Inside the Hidden Desire of cerdas mexicanas

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