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