Soft Touches of Desire: female pornstas

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