Behind the Curtain of clit ring sex

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