The Hidden Sensuality of dump bros

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