Inside an abandoned church in junge m?dchen schlucken spermer, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me junge m?dchen schlucken spermer for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “junge m?dchen schlucken spermer, hail junge m?dchen schlucken spermer, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “junge m?dchen schlucken spermer, junge m?dchen schlucken spermer, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “junge m?dchen schlucken spermer” prayers.