Hidden Desire: rubias naturales

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