Discovering the Extraordinary Paths and Life of mam se coje a su hijo

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