f is for family rule 34: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in f is for family rule 34. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, f is for family rule 34.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “f is for family rule 34” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with f is for family rule 34,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “f is for family rule 34” baptism imaginable.