Hidden Pleasures of love privcom

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