Passion Revealed: the minxx club

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