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