Passionate Whispers: female swimmer body type

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