white vaginas: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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