Let the President Release Your Cum and Relieve Your Impurity
My mind swirled with forbidden desires and constant sinful urges. I couldn’t shake the obsession with fucking, my cock throbbing relentlessly around the Brotherhood. But deep down, I yearned to join The Order—my body screamed for it, even as it begged for the taste of cock. I thought I had to choose, until my worthiness interview with the Mission President changed everything. He saw my inner turmoil and promised to cleanse my impurities. Stripping off my sacred garments, he commanded me to kneel before him, then unleashed his thick dick right in my face. I surrendered to the temptation, savoring that first illicit taste. He demanded I suck it—who was I to defy the President’s authority? Would he need to drain my cum to truly purify me? Nothing held me back from discovering the truth in this intense gay Mormon temptation scene.
Missionary Boys
Let the President Release Your Cum and Relieve Your Impurity
My mind swirled with forbidden desires and constant sinful urges. I couldn’t shake the obsession with fucking, my cock throbbing relentlessly around the Brotherhood. But deep down, I yearned to join The Order—my body screamed for it, even as it begged for the taste of cock. I thought I had to choose, until my worthiness interview with the Mission President changed everything. He saw my inner turmoil and promised to cleanse my impurities. Stripping off my sacred garments, he commanded me to kneel before him, then unleashed his thick dick right in my face. I surrendered to the temptation, savoring that first illicit taste. He demanded I suck it—who was I to defy the President’s authority? Would he need to drain my cum to truly purify me? Nothing held me back from discovering the truth in this intense gay Mormon temptation scene.