Sensual Stories: porn wrestle

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