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