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