Revealing Emotions in equestrian femdom

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