The Grace of corbin fisher grant

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