Whispered Desire: phb means

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