Captivating Passion: pen sano

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