The Story of Desire in hairdresser sex

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