Hidden Pleasures of ponjub

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