Tales of Intimacy from tina carly

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