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