vivie delmonico: Chronicles of Mystery, Adventure, and Dreams

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