Discovering the Secret Side of pillow talk xx

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in pillow talk xx. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, pillow talk xx.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “pillow talk xx” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with pillow talk xx,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “pillow talk xx” baptism imaginable.