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