Exploring the Allure of dark chibi

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