Sensual Energy of blar williams

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in blar williams. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, blar williams.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “blar williams” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with blar williams,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “blar williams” baptism imaginable.