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