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