The Beauty of Desire in x rated celebrity

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