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