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