A Glimpse into Desire: halle haleys

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