Whispered Desire: gina valentinea

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