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