Behind the Curtain of squirting tits: Private Desires

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