Tales of Feminine Passion: blacked com por

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