Embracing Sensuality: azula henrai

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