Behind the Curtain of hashirama and tsunade: Secret Temptations

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