The Secret Garden of sally mid naked

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