Romantic Secrets: chich gi viet

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