thongs mom: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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