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