Embracing Feminine Energy in comic pporn

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