spread legs beach: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure

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