Discovering the Majestic Adventures of pineapple cum

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