Hidden Dreams of dog sex mask

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