Soft Temptation: little trap99

Candlelight flickers through lattice in little trap99. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, little trap99, 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 little trap99, punish me little trap99, fuck me little trap99!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “little trap99!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.