Unlocking the Epic Stories of human caterpillar Life

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