Tales of Passion and Hidden Desire in fartfantasy net

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