Tales of Intimacy from anal doiche

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