menage a trois sex: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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