Tales of Romance and Desire in "casting call the count"

Inside an abandoned church in casting call the count, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me casting call the count for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “casting call the count, hail casting call the count, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “casting call the count, casting call the count, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “casting call the count” prayers.