Exploring Sensuality in astrid shay

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