Behind the Curtain of tits at mardi gras: Incredible Stories

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