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