Tales of Feminine Passion: summer i wanna fuck your dad

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