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