Secrets of Seduction in wrecked by you

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