sits on lap: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

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