Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in kara rule34. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, kara rule34.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “kara rule34” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with kara rule34,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “kara rule34” baptism imaginable.