Behind the Curtain of arie panties: Secret Journeys

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