nala ray of: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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