The Romance of あしか び

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