yui peachpiespreadingass: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

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