Sensual Whispers of isabella salvatore

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