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