Tales of Sensual Awakening in my babysitter is horny

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