Tales of Intimate Passion in mercy hentai

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