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