Inside an abandoned church in black dik sex, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me black dik sex for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “black dik sex, hail black dik sex, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “black dik sex, black dik sex, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “black dik sex” prayers.