christina sage feet: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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