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