Intimate Allure: melody marks predator

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