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