Tales of Intimate Passion in ballbusting by women

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