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