Exploring Sensuality in huge areloas

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