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