Passionate Encounters: r34 futaba

Candlelight flickers through lattice in r34 futaba. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, r34 futaba, 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 r34 futaba, punish me r34 futaba, fuck me r34 futaba!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “r34 futaba!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.