Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire and Pleasure in christie anne playboy

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