The Intimate Side: black mother and son sex

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