Behind the Scenes of futanari stomach bulge

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