Enchanted Moments with r34 blackfire

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in r34 blackfire. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, r34 blackfire.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “r34 blackfire” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with r34 blackfire,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “r34 blackfire” baptism imaginable.