Behind the Curtain of andi james jmac: Adventures in Secret Paths

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