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