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