Behind the Curtain of hi im a slut: Forbidden Pleasures

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