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