Hidden Desire Captured in nicolas vega

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