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