Sylvaris's eyes sharpened, his gaze locked onto the retreating figure of the nun. Her ass was wrapped tightly in her holy robes, the fabric clinging to the roundness of her cheeks. The shape of her thick, squishy thighs bulged slightly where her socks were too tight, accentuating her every step. As she walked, her hips swayed in a rhythm that set his desire on fire. The raw, unspoken invitation was clear—he could almost taste it.