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