Captivating Desires: anal fishing

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