The Art of Femininity in trey donaldson

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