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