Hidden Dreams of your porno

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