Unlocking the Hidden Paths and Wonders of butterfly clit

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