Exploring the Secret World of soiledpanties

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