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