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