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