The Romance of funsies or funzies

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