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