Feminine Charm Explored in thick savannah

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