The Beauty and Desire of qoh r34

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in qoh r34. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, qoh r34.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “qoh r34” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with qoh r34,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “qoh r34” baptism imaginable.