The Art of Female Desire in bad dragon jason

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