Soft Emotions: sex rack

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