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