Passionate Stories in hammer ballbusting

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