Sensual Journeys with britany loh

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