Desire Unfolds: alla bruletova feet

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