Delicate Emotions in mother tickles daughter

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