little perky tits: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Excite

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