Tales of Romance and Passion in erotic girls

Candlelight flickers through lattice in erotic girls. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, erotic girls, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me erotic girls, punish me erotic girls, fuck me erotic girls!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “erotic girls!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.