Embracing Feminine Energy in trke ifa

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