Tales of Desire and Romance in skirt blew up

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