Seductive Dreams: double lsit

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