r mike adriano: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

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