mujer con buen cuerpo: The Ultimate Story of Love and Discovery

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