Tales of Intimacy and Desire in hitagi senjgahara

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