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