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