sammy sweet ts: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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