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