Ursula toys with poor Pardoo

Ursula's heart is pounding in her chest as she nervously walks naked out into the hallway.

Her palms are sweaty and her breathing is ragged as she looks down the hall towards Pardoo, who, just as promised, is averting his eyes and looking in the opposite direction like a gentleman.

The naughty nun stands there for a moment with her hands covering (or at least trying to) her breasts and pussy. A shiver runs up her spine and she bites her lip.

"You... you can't see anything, right?" Ursula asks as she rubs her thighs together. The thought of being so naughty, but safe, while being so close to a man is making the lewd lady feel incredible.

"N-no, sister! Honest!" Pardoo replies. His own mind is racing as he recalls the sight of Ursula's bare body from just a few minutes ago.

I... I can't believe I'm doing this! Ursula thinks. She's practically giddy at the thought of what comes next.

She moves her arms out to her sides, and exposes every glorious, divine inch of her naked body. Her knees tremble as she sucks in air one sharp breath.

"S-sister Ursula? Are, are you alright?" Pardoo asks while still looking in the opposite direction.

"DON'T LOOK!" Ursula blurts out as she feels her nethers turning tropical.

In an instant Pardoo's whole body goes rigid. "S-sorry!" The holy warrior apologizes, even though he hasn't actually done or seen anything.

Ursula rubs her thighs together and struggles to suppress a moan.

"I... I'm looking for a bar of soap..." The nun lies as she fights the urge to slip a finger into her hungry hole. "There aren't any in the bathroom. I... I'll have to get one from the closet."

Ursula takes a couple of steps towards Pardoo. She is absolutely dripping at this point! Decades of unsated desire are welling up inside the woman as her love juices dribble down her inner thighs.

"Do... do you need me to move?" Pardoo awkwardly asks as he realizes he's standing next to a closed door and assumes it must be the linen closet. "Should I get the soap for you?"

"N-no..." Ursula breathily responds.

She wants so badly to just play with her pussy right now, but the last shreds of her willpower and shame prevent her from doing so.

"Th-there are other... um... embarrassing things in the closet," Ursula says as she stops just a couple of steps behind Pardoo. "I... you shouldn't see them..."

Ursula looks Pardoo over (well the backside of him anyway), and is suprised to see what appear to be very small and fine bits of brown rust all along the seams of his armor. Evidently he hasn't been taking care of his things as well as she first thought.

"I... I understand," Pardoo says. "The last thing I want to do is make you feel embarrassed."

"You are a good man," Ursula says as she squats down, legs apart, to admire the paladin's impressive ass. "But, um... could... could you take a couple steps forward?"

"Sure," Pardoo responds, as he does as asked.

"Perfect," Ursula responds as she admires his butt some more before cracking open the door to the closet and pulling out a fresh bar of soap.

The nun bites her lip again as another, even more wicked idea pops into her head.