The instant his large hands squeezed my backside, a surge of arousal coursed through me (Marcus Rivers) like the resonant toll of a church bell. It quieted the inner voice that whispered this was wrong, as the physical sensation overpowered my thoughts and ignited my desire.
It was a scene of stark contrasts—his sizable length against my tight opening—as I attempted to relax and accommodate him. His thickness required a moment of adjustment on my part. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt ready, and soon the Reverend Max Sargent was thrusting his substantial length deep into me.
The sensation of this intense, bare connection began to feel incredibly satisfying, as if this well-endowed priest was filling a void within me—a void I never knew existed until I began to walk in their shadow.
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Nighttime Vigils ALTAR BOY MARCUS Vol. 1
The instant his large hands squeezed my backside, a surge of arousal coursed through me (Marcus Rivers) like the resonant toll of a church bell. It quieted the inner voice that whispered this was wrong, as the physical sensation overpowered my thoughts and ignited my desire.
It was a scene of stark contrasts—his sizable length against my tight opening—as I attempted to relax and accommodate him. His thickness required a moment of adjustment on my part. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt ready, and soon the Reverend Max Sargent was thrusting his substantial length deep into me.
The sensation of this intense, bare connection began to feel incredibly satisfying, as if this well-endowed priest was filling a void within me—a void I never knew existed until I began to walk in their shadow.