Inside the Desire of gafas vr

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