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