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Kneeling before the altar of flesh, the devotee's hands tremble as they grip their partner's hips, pulling them closer. Their tongue darts out, tentative at first, then confident, tracing the forbidden path from perineum to the tight, puckered hole. They moan, the sound echoing in the small space, as they bury their face, their tongue pushing inside, exploring the hot, dark depths. The worshipper loses themselves in the rhythm, their own arousal mounting as they devoutly serve their partner's most intimate desires.