Seductive Elegance: futa amazonium

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