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