Captivating Moments: olive dunn

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