Behind the Curtain of wicked peversions: Secret Intimacies

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