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