Passion Revealed in las diablitas

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