crotch watcher: Adventures That Will Inspire and Captivate You

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