cummy bear: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

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