The Beauty of Desire in xnxn xx

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