Intimate Tales from jahan prova

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