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