Blow his mind... and other things

Pardoo is rendered speechless as he feels Ursula's warm, wet, loving mouth kiss the tip of his manhood.

"Mmmmmm," the naughty nun coos as she tenderly strokes his cock with her delicate hand.

The purple-haired milf has wanted to do this for ages, ever since she read about it in one of those naughty interrogation manuals (read: BDSM erotica) she confiscated from one of Merridan's less reputable book stores a few decades back.

Her cheeks blush as she slowly bobs up and down upon her lover's manhood, growing wetter and wetter as she hears Pardoo's pitiful moans.

She squeezes her thighs together and fights the urge to slip a hand into her puffy, pulsing pussy, knowing that denying herself her own release will make this all the sweeter.

Meanwhile, the naked, trembling, sweating, helpless man is clinging to the table for dear life as his eyes cross. He feels a brief moment of relief when Ursula releases his dick from her mouth with a noisy, wet pop. But that relief doesn't last long as her hand starts to vigorously stroke his shaft while mouth... OH MY GEOD! Her mouth is sucking on his balls!