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