The Art of Romance: kimetsu no yaiba pilar

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in kimetsu no yaiba pilar. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, kimetsu no yaiba pilar.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “kimetsu no yaiba pilar” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with kimetsu no yaiba pilar,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “kimetsu no yaiba pilar” baptism imaginable.