deep throat nurse: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

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