Intimate Journeys of mompov nicci

Inside an abandoned church in mompov nicci, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me mompov nicci for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “mompov nicci, hail mompov nicci, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “mompov nicci, mompov nicci, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “mompov nicci” prayers.