Temptation/reachintohiscassock
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You begin sliding your hand along his cock, coating it with the pre-cum that has already started to leak from the engorged head. Father Durham's closes his eyes and his head falls back against the wall. His mouth hangs open and his chest heaves as he breathes laboriously, choking out sounds of pleasure. | You begin sliding your hand along his cock, coating it with the pre-cum that has already started to leak from the engorged head. Father Durham's closes his eyes and his head falls back against the wall. His mouth hangs open and his chest heaves as he breathes laboriously, choking out sounds of pleasure. | ||
| - | As you stroke his cock, rub your thumb against the leaking head, you ravage the reverend Father's mouth in another possessive kiss, which he returns as best he can. Your free hand massages Durham's chest, your fingers trying to find sensitive nipples under the black cloth. | + | As you stroke his cock, rub your thumb against the leaking head, you ravage the reverend Father's mouth in another possessive kiss, which he returns as best he can. Your free hand massages Durham's chest, your fingers trying to find sensitive nipples under the black cloth. He stands there, legs shaking, arms pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep himself steady. |
| + | It's not long before the young priest is spilling his seed inside his cassock as he moans and bucks his hips in pleasure. "Oh, Jesus . . ." he groans as he comes in thick, sticky strands all over your hand. When it is over, you give his softening cock a few few more tugs before you retract your hand. You step away from him, and Father Durham sinks to the floor, his legs unable to hold him any longer. | ||
| - | + | You chuckle and wipe the white semen onto the Father's dark cassock before turning away from him and walking purposefully out of the church. Behind you, Father Durham closes his eyes and murmurs, "What have I done? God forgive me." You leave him to contemplate his fate. Good work. | |
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Revision as of 18:32, 13 March 2012
You comply with his rather unspecific request and begin to undo the lower buttons of his cassock. He is leaning heavily against the wall behind him for support when you slip your hand between the folds of his robe, and he makes a strangled noise when you curl your fingers around his throbbing flesh.
You begin sliding your hand along his cock, coating it with the pre-cum that has already started to leak from the engorged head. Father Durham's closes his eyes and his head falls back against the wall. His mouth hangs open and his chest heaves as he breathes laboriously, choking out sounds of pleasure.
As you stroke his cock, rub your thumb against the leaking head, you ravage the reverend Father's mouth in another possessive kiss, which he returns as best he can. Your free hand massages Durham's chest, your fingers trying to find sensitive nipples under the black cloth. He stands there, legs shaking, arms pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep himself steady.
It's not long before the young priest is spilling his seed inside his cassock as he moans and bucks his hips in pleasure. "Oh, Jesus . . ." he groans as he comes in thick, sticky strands all over your hand. When it is over, you give his softening cock a few few more tugs before you retract your hand. You step away from him, and Father Durham sinks to the floor, his legs unable to hold him any longer.
You chuckle and wipe the white semen onto the Father's dark cassock before turning away from him and walking purposefully out of the church. Behind you, Father Durham closes his eyes and murmurs, "What have I done? God forgive me." You leave him to contemplate his fate. Good work.
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