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