The Art of Romance: pov breast expansion

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