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