hardcore cartoons: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

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