The source of his temptation

Standing in the kitchen, slaving over a hot stove is a sight that could make any man abandon his holy vows.

Ursula, the beautiful, soft, sexy nun is standing there, completely naked save for an apron that leaves her backside completely exposed.

Pardoo nervously gulps as he stares at this literally divine creature, his knees growing weak as the blood rushes to one particular part of his lower body.

Ursula is (badly) cooking breakfast, quietly humming a hymn to herself as she joyously wiggles her deliciously thicc thighs and magnificently meaty ass back and forth in an almost hypnotic manner.

The red-blooded man's jaw goes slack as he gets lost in this perfect vision. His grip on his bedsheet loosens, causing the fabric the flutter to his feet, but he's far too busy to notice.

But Ursula does notice, causing the nun to turn around, a lazy smile on her face.

"Hello," the curvaceous cutie says.

Pardoo looks on in amazement as his manhood throbs.

Ursula's apron is clearly too small for the woman. Her breasts are spilling out of the top and sides of the protective garment and giving Pardoo a glimpse of her glorious nipples, while her wide, soft, baby-birthing hips poke out from either side.

She sizes him up from top to tail and bites her lip.

"Mmmm, it looks like someone is happy to see me again..." Ursula says.

Our thickheaded (and thick headed) paladin just stands there in confusion until he realizes what she means. He squeaks in shame as his cheeks burn red and his hands fly to try, and fail, to completely cover his cock.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Ursula says as she turns back to her stove, a lusty, prideful grin spreading across her face. "Have a seat and I'll bring you some..."

Our paladin complies, relieved to have something to hide his nakedness behind as he sits down, and then winces at how cold the chair feels on his nude body.