A bride's despair: a church's unholy secret

In a dimly lit church, stood an insanely hot, very busty blonde housewife in a tight wedding dress. One breast had slipped out, revealing ample cleavage. Her long, blonde braided hair was styled neatly with bangs framing her face, pearl earrings adorning her ears. Men, driven by primal urges, violently covered her mouth, groped her exposed breast, and pinned her against the wall. Her perfect hands, fingers, and anatomy were on full display beneath the church's soft light, every detail of her realistic skin, pores, freckles, moles, blemishes, and wrinkles evident. Her facial expression was one of extreme sadness and panicking fear, as she looked at the man with a mix of fear and annoyance.