They make tender, sloppy, drippy, ooey-gooey love

The two lovers lie on the floor of Ursula's now-messy home embracing each other in what feels like an eternity of bliss.

They longingly stare into the other's eyes as Pardoo steadily thrusts into the plump woman's leaky love hole.

The sound of wet flesh rhythmically slapping together echoes through the room, occasionally accompanied by the sounds of Ursula's cunny honey spurting onto the already-soaked floor or the passionate, wordless grunts of the two lovers.

The sensation of Pardoo hilting his big, strong, manhood within her and penetrating her so deeply is more wonderful than Ursula had ever imagined. And the way he wordlessly withdraws, leaving only the tip of his cock ever-so-slightly within her divine treasure, only to plunge once more to her deepest depths feels heavenly.

OH GEOD! WHY DID YOU MAKE ME WAIT SO LONG?!

Ursula ponders as another orgasm rocks her downright decadently chubby body as she locks her legs around Pardoo and rakes his back with her fingers.

"C-Cum inside!" She begs, even as she uses her holy strength to ensure her lover cannot escape her velvety embrace.

Sweat beads on the angel's forehead and her eyes go slightly crossed as Pardoo happily obliges, surrendering to his fleshy prison as Ursula wrings every drop of seed from him.

He collapses atop the naked nun, panting and gasping for air, his face red from the exertion of trying to satiate the insatiable, purple-haired goddess (well, figuratively) beneath him.

Ursula responds with a series of tender licks against her hunky man's face before quietly whispering in Pardoo's ear "Can we go again?"

Pardoo at looks Ursula incredulously as she blushes and bashfully bites her lip.