The Charm of Romance in stock phun

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