Behind the Curtain of accident in diaper: Hidden Pleasures

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