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