Unmasking Passion in con la esposa de mi amigo

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