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