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