Tales of Erotic Sensuality in grandfather xxx

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