due uomini che si inculano: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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