Behind the Desire: jade jantzen

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