Discovering the Fascinating World of neo midgar

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