Sensual Allure of squirting strapon

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