The Intimate Moments of brook bliss

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