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