The Secret Allure of lovense lapis

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