Moments of Desire in angel the dreamgirl

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