elizabeth hurley in bedazzled: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

Candlelight flickers through lattice in elizabeth hurley in bedazzled. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, elizabeth hurley in bedazzled, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me elizabeth hurley in bedazzled, punish me elizabeth hurley in bedazzled, fuck me elizabeth hurley in bedazzled!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “elizabeth hurley in bedazzled!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.