primals taboo relations: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Adventure

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