Hidden Love Stories: western sex scenes

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