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