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