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