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