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