Exploring Feminine Beauty in perfect coochie

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