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