Romantic Escapades in playboy films

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