After Compline, the entire convent gathered in the chapel.
Twenty-three nuns knelt in neat rows on the cold stone floor, heads bowed in silent prayer, black habits pooling around them like shadows. Candles flickered softly along the walls, casting a warm, golden glow over the sacred space. The air was thick with incense and quiet devotion.
Mother Superior Agnes stood before the high altar in her full habit, looking every bit the picture of stern piety.
Until she slowly lifted the front of her robe.
A collective gasp rippled through the chapel as her massive futa c**k sprang free, twelve thick, veined inches of rigid, throbbing meat, the broad head already glistening with pre-c*m. Her heavy balls hung full and tight beneath it. Just below the base, her original p***y was visibly swollen
