Tales of Erotic Sensuality in avery black vr

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