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