Discovering the Hidden Stories and Adventures of bus trap

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