The following day, I finally had a chance to explore the eerie monastery grounds and search for answers about my mysteriously disabled truck. It quickly became clear—this wasn’t just a coincidence. Someone had sabotaged my ride, and the nuns weren’t eager to see me leave. Was it all a trap for sex? Or was something darker at play? While wandering through the halls, curiosity led me to sneak into Mother Superior’s office—only to get caught. Luckily, Sister Ayla showed up just in time to cover for me.
To keep appearances, we headed to the altar for “prayer.” But what I witnessed next shook me: the rituals were anything but holy. The nuns stripped down, praying in the nude, seducing me with their exposed bodies. Ayla, unable to resist her urges, invited me to join her. Right there, in front of the altar, I explored every inch of her tempting body. She took my cock deep into her throat with ease and begged for more. I bent her over, worshiping her curves in every position until I finally claimed her in missionary—thrusting hard and cumming all over her body, right in that sacred space.
