Desire and Charm: burglar xxx

Candlelight flickers through lattice in burglar xxx. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, burglar xxx, 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 burglar xxx, punish me burglar xxx, fuck me burglar xxx!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “burglar xxx!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.