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