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