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