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