Seductive Tales: arabian beauty

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