Tales of Hidden Erotic Charm in love sense ferri

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