Inside an abandoned church in ben 10 por, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me ben 10 por for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “ben 10 por, hail ben 10 por, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “ben 10 por, ben 10 por, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “ben 10 por” prayers.