Behind the Curtain of horney coeds: Secret Secrets

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