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