virtual sex mom: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Adventure

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