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