extremerestraints: Behind the Scenes of an Epic Adventure

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