venom pirn: A Journey Full of Mystery, Discovery, and Adventure

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