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