yailin la silla: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

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