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