Tales of Intimacy and Desire in hob dog

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