erogeno: Adventures Full of Courage and Surprises

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