Behind the Curtain of lady mastrubating: Stories Never Told

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