I knelt before Father Scott, and there on my knees, I began my real work. My mouth enveloped the holy man’s thick, uncut cock and he let out quiet moans and growls, letting me know it was what he both wanted and needed.
He had me bend over at the end of the bed and he spread my ass cheeks with his hands, letting his fingers prod my opening before bringing his bulbous cockhead to it. He used spit to let it pop in, then slid in as slowly as he could muster. But I could tell he was ready to go to town. He tried for a slow build up, but it wasn’t long before he was pounding anyway he wanted; he stopped only briefly to taste me and lube up even more.
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