double penetration feel: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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