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