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