feet tickling and licking: Adventures Full of Courage and Surprises

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