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