Sensual Encounters in booty eaten

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