Whispered Longings: boyfriend tv

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