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