Inside an abandoned church in free black on black sex, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me free black on black sex for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “free black on black sex, hail free black on black sex, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “free black on black sex, free black on black sex, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “free black on black sex” prayers.