Behind the Scenes of bunny colb: A Revealing Story

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