fantazi good girl: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Mystery, and Hope

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