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