A Dance of Sensuality: redneck smoker

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