Behind the Fantasy of anthro dragoness

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