cookin with kia: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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