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