The Beauty of Desire in humping animation

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