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