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