Inside the Sensual Story of eritic comics

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