Julie Couronne's provocative dance at the monastery's feast has stirred a primal hunger among the Cistercian monks. They pounce on her, their robes rustling like a dark wave, eager to claim their prize. Julie's breath hitches as she's pinned against the cold stone wall, her body sandwich between two hard, clothed cocks. She can feel their lengths, thick and insistent, pressing against her. The monks' hands grope her, their fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving red marks. Julie gasps, her body responding despite her protests. The room fills with the sound of her moans as the monks take turns fucking her, their hips slapping against her ass, their cocks filling her completely.