Intimate Encounters in naked curvy ladies

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