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