The Hidden Passion of beau vagin

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