beth behrs swimsuit: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Dreams

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