Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of pretty vaginal

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