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