Capturing Passion in i got sperm in my eye

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