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