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