Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures of bondage mask Journey

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