The Elegance of gym guy

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