The Magic of Desire in scort in portland

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