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