riding my dildo: Tales of Courage, Love, and Discovery

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