casual lust: The Ultimate Tale of Mystery and Discovery

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