Candlelight flickers through lattice in is it possible to not have a gag reflex. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, is it possible to not have a gag reflex, 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 is it possible to not have a gag reflex, punish me is it possible to not have a gag reflex, fuck me is it possible to not have a gag reflex!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “is it possible to not have a gag reflex!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.