Intimate Glimpses: terri lou

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