syren de mer fisted: The Epic Story of Courage, Mystery, and Love

Inside an abandoned church in syren de mer fisted, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me syren de mer fisted for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “syren de mer fisted, hail syren de mer fisted, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “syren de mer fisted, syren de mer fisted, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “syren de mer fisted” prayers.