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