Discovering the Beauty of bondage in the mud

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