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With his cock in one hand, Father Durham returns to yours with even more passion. He runs his tongue along the underside of your cock and encircles the head, lapping up the pre-cum that is dribbling out. You twist a hand through his hair as you guide his mouth up and down on your cock and he gasps in pleasure at the feeling of his hand on his own. | With his cock in one hand, Father Durham returns to yours with even more passion. He runs his tongue along the underside of your cock and encircles the head, lapping up the pre-cum that is dribbling out. You twist a hand through his hair as you guide his mouth up and down on your cock and he gasps in pleasure at the feeling of his hand on his own. | ||
| - | You come quickly, not needing to prolong this much further. When your cock is buried deep in Father Durham's mouth, you release a stream of thick, white spunk, moaning loudly to show your appreciation. The priest doesn't know what to do with the liquid, and it dribbles out from the corners of his mouth. With the sight and sound of your climax, Father Durham finds his release as well, calling out something that sounds like "Oh, God!" around your cock as he frantically fists his member. His own white pleasure makes dark stains on his black cassock and his hand. He releases your softening cock, which you quickly put back in your pants as Durham remains kneeling, shell-shocked on the floor. | + | You come quickly, not needing to prolong this much further. When your cock is buried deep in Father Durham's mouth, you release a stream of thick, white spunk, moaning loudly to show your appreciation. The priest doesn't know what to do with the liquid, and it dribbles out from the corners of his mouth. With the sight and sound of your climax, Father Durham finds his release as well, calling out something that sounds like "Oh, God!" around your cock as he frantically fists his member. His own white pleasure makes dark stains on his black cassock and his hand. He releases your softening cock, which you quickly put back in your pants as Durham remains kneeling, shell-shocked, on the floor. |
"May the Lord be with you," you say as you leave him and quickly exit the church. You smile as you return to your original form. Another fallen soul: The Fiery One will be pleased. | "May the Lord be with you," you say as you leave him and quickly exit the church. You smile as you return to your original form. Another fallen soul: The Fiery One will be pleased. | ||
Revision as of 23:36, 13 March 2012
"Oh, Father," your croon when you see him seeking relief, "There's no reason to deny yourself; take your manhood into your hand and pleasure yourself."
He doesn't make a sound, but his mouth releases your cock, and he sits back on his haunches as his shaking hands work to undo the lower buttons of his cassock. He reaches into the black folds and pulls out his engorged, leaking cock. For a moment his actions slow as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back to run a hand slowly along his shaft. The groan he lets out seems to fill all every shadowy recess of the church, and you smile down at him.
"That's it," you purr, and he blushes scarlet.
With his cock in one hand, Father Durham returns to yours with even more passion. He runs his tongue along the underside of your cock and encircles the head, lapping up the pre-cum that is dribbling out. You twist a hand through his hair as you guide his mouth up and down on your cock and he gasps in pleasure at the feeling of his hand on his own.
You come quickly, not needing to prolong this much further. When your cock is buried deep in Father Durham's mouth, you release a stream of thick, white spunk, moaning loudly to show your appreciation. The priest doesn't know what to do with the liquid, and it dribbles out from the corners of his mouth. With the sight and sound of your climax, Father Durham finds his release as well, calling out something that sounds like "Oh, God!" around your cock as he frantically fists his member. His own white pleasure makes dark stains on his black cassock and his hand. He releases your softening cock, which you quickly put back in your pants as Durham remains kneeling, shell-shocked, on the floor.
"May the Lord be with you," you say as you leave him and quickly exit the church. You smile as you return to your original form. Another fallen soul: The Fiery One will be pleased.
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