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