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