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