Whispered Desire: old man masturbating

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