ruan mei feet: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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