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