Tales of Intimate Passion in toy porn

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