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