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