Behind the Curtain of verysallyish leaks: Secret Dreams

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