mister biscuit: Adventures That Will Amaze, Inspire, and Excite

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