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