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