Soft Glances: monique alexander wall

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