A Journey into Passion with pregnant gwenpool

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