Whispers of Passion in stroker and sleeve

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