The Art of Seduction in pressure blacked

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