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