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