Temptation/pleasurehimwithtongue
From Create Your Own Story
You drop on your knees behind Father Durham and caress the insides of his trembling thighs. Between his legs hangs his sac and his half-hard cock, rapidly reaching full hardness thanks to your ministrations. You part the two orbs of his ass with your hands, revealing to the light of day the priest's virgin hole. You breath a puff of hot air onto the hole, and a shiver runs throughout Father Durham's body, and he moans, "Oh, God . . ."
You spread his cheeks a bit farther and dip your head between them to flick your tongue out against the puckered pink hole. Durham cries out and his hips twitch against the feeling, but you hold him firmly in place and run your tongue more languidly along his perineum, the skin directly behind the ball sac. The reverend Father practically howls out at the sensation, and you keep repeating it, licking from behind the balls up to his hole, which you circle with your hot, dexterous tongue.
As Durham pants above you and grips the pew until he is white-knuckled, you reach in front of him to grasp his cock, which feels ready to burst, pulsing hotly with blood and twitching at your touch. You nip at the newly freed buttock and continue running your tongue along Father Durham's sensitive skin as best you can.
As you hear his cries growing in pitch and fervor, ("More . . . please!" he moans), you press your face between Durham's cheeks and push your tongue past the pink ring of muscle, and you feel it clench around you. His cry echoes around the church, and your hand is suddenly wet with hot liquid as he comes. He is shaking and gasping at the intensity of what he has just experienced.
You push the tip of your tongue in and out of Father Durham a few times before you release his cock and rise from your knees. He is clutching the pew like it is the only thing keeping him from falling over (and it probably is), and he doesn't look at you as you exit the church. The last thing you see of Father Durham is his white ass, still exposed with his cassock pushed over his hips and bent over the wooden pew.
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