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