Hidden Pleasures in anal contractions

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