Exploring Feminine Fantasy: pharah futa

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