Behind the Scenes: Intimacy in dirty talking amateur

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