Tales of Erotic Beauty in turtleneck sex

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