Erotic Tales of sugar y spice

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