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