Not a chance

One of them is a lusty, needy, naughty force of nature that has been contemplating the most depraved of sexual acts for decades, if not centuries. The other gets squeamish just from saying the word 'underwear'. I think we know who's winning this.

The naked, vulnerable Pardoo whimpers and moans as Ursula has her way with him again. He writhes about, gripping the flimsy kitchen table as the naughty nun coaxes another orgasm from him, this time making him shoot his holy seed all over her face and in her hair.

"I-I've b-been humbled!" The prudish man mumbles as he sinks back into his chair, too weak to do anything.

The giggling girl emerges from beneath the table taking a moment to taste her lover's er... leavings.

"Mmmm, that was great!" Ursula says as she crawls out on her hands and knees. She looks over at the panting Pardoo, his naked body glistening in the morning light with a sheen of sweat and feels herself growing hot once more. "You... you can go again, right?"

The disgraced paladin looks at the purple-haired temptress with glassy eyes.

A less pure man might stir at the sight of a busty, horny, naked, naughty woman with cum dribbling down her face and on her glasses. Especially such a curvaceous one so eager to please. A less pure man might. But luckily for Pardoo... he fits that description to a T now, and his cock springs back to life.

"Ooooh, someone is happy to see little ol' me," Ursula girlishly giggles as she slowly, sensually wiggles her way towards her man and his throbbing manhood.

The lusty lady is completely naked now, her apron having slipped off during her under-the-table shenanigans, causing her big, soft tits and pleasingly plump belly to jiggle and sway quite sexily as she prepares to pounce on Pardoo.

She eyes him like a hungry jungle cat about to claim her prize when the disgraced paladin speaks.

"W-wait," he croaks as he slowly sits up.

Ursula stops and sits up, resting on her meaty ass and resting her hands in her lap. Her messy, loose hair hangs about her shoulders, but thankfully does nothing to obstruct the view of her gloriously saggy breasts.

"W-what is it?" The naughty nun asks as she continues to leer at his (not-so-divine-anymore) dick.

Pardoo leans forward, and plucks the glasses off Ursula's face, making the woman blush.

"I just wanted to look at the face of an angel," he says.

Ursula blushes and then starts to panic.