Passionate Secrets Revealed in splitting bamboo style

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