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