naked men on beach: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

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