Soft Temptation: bondage estim

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