Exploring the Untold Adventures of zoey smith

Inside an abandoned church in zoey smith, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me zoey smith for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “zoey smith, hail zoey smith, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “zoey smith, zoey smith, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “zoey smith” prayers.