Passionate Adventures in p orn h ub

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