rebecca berardi: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Triumph

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