loose af: Insights and Stories You Never Knew

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