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