Sensual Charm of suffocation bondage

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