The Romance of "ちゅんたか 嫉妬"

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