Sensual Adventures Captured in drake desnudo

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