Jeny's forbidden fruit

Amidst the dimly lit, dusty corners of an ancient temple, the temptation of the flesh proves too strong for the devout Jeny. As she prays fervently, her eyes are drawn to the carvings of writhing bodies, their explicit details stirring an unholy lust within her. She tentatively reaches out, tracing the cool stone, her fingers lingering on the phallus of a carved figure. Her breath hitches as she imagines the weight of it, the sensation of it filling her. Her piety wars with her desire, but the latter wins out as she begins to explore her body, her touch echoing the movements of the carvings.

• comelona
• guanacas

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