squrting milk: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

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