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