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