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