The nun's hand is surprisingly warm as it slides up and down the length of his cock through his pants, feeling how hard he already is. She moans softly in appreciation, her free hand reaching for the hem of her habit and pushing it up over her ample bosom. "Why don't you have a seat here," she purrs, gesturing for him to straddle her lap.

Her heart races as he complies, feeling his hot little body pressed against hers.

As soon as he's seated in her lap, she wraps her arm around his waist and pulls him tight against her chest. With her free hand, she reaches between their bodies to stroke his cock roughly through his pants. "That's it, Sammy... let Mommy help you feel better." She moans as she feels the head of his cock brush against her clothed sex, the friction driving her wild with need.