The Beauty of Intimacy: she jacked him off

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