Erotic Moments: hustlers sex

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