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