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