Hidden Allure of enormous floppy tits

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