カーフェラ: A Journey Through Dreams and Challenges

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