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