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Her warm breath almost made him cream. He eased it slowly into her and her mouth swarmed over it. He put his hands on her head and said, “Just relax, Dana. Relax.” He eased in a little more and then...he felt her tight, virginal, entrance and he was reminded that the way to heaven was narrow and only a few would find it. Whether he Bondage was a priest doing a service or a lust-crazed animal with needs was beginning to not matter! He had to fuck this “girl” and nothing was going to stop him! She BDSM gagged slightly and put her palms against his thighs as if to resist. bitch He reminded her to relax and “Just let it happen, Dana. Let it happen.” He was desperate to bury his bone in her; bury his bone deep into her and fuck her and pump millions of his fertile spermatozoa right down her cocksucking throat! He felt her gateway yield and his cockhead snug in the tightness of her innocent and untouched ring of virtue. He was nearly gasping from pleasure. He eased forward more and...yes!...the head of his “sword” was sheathed beyond that ring. He was in! Not all of the way yet, but once that mushroom head got past that ring of resistance, the rest was certain! “O...Okay Dana,” he said with a trembling voice. “Hold still.” He gripped her head tighter and slowly, very slowly, Father Simon Dott pushed his erect penis all the way into the girl’s throat. He felt her nose against his pubes and his balls against her chin. He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ready for the real fucking that was to follow. Five busty minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said, “Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You’re ready and those are my orders.” She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a humiliation rock-hard dick down her throat and two hands gripping her head. “Good girl. You’ll be fine. “Very good, slut. “You’re awfully quiet Mom,” he said, speaking to Kim. From the moment the words ‘booty call’ had left his sisters mouth he’d been buzzing on the inside in anticipation, the fact that for the first time they’d be really alone, without the chance of any prying eyes or ears from Joanna, just added to his expectations. Alice looked at Toms face busty and he smiled. ripped itself from the interior of oblivion and seemed to grab on to edge of the portal. I no longer gag on her cock, but I still Bondage can’t breathe when it’s down my throat. I told mom to take my bathrobe that it may help you with dad, you know. The humiliation darkness splashed across my face. He truly was a gross man to look at. While there would seldom be a good day for such BDSM a discovery, this day could not have been worse for Father Simon Dott because he was just returning from a fabulous morning, one he had spent with Dana, Fontane’s own grandniece bitch and one arranged by Fontane himself. Looking up Mara asked, "Celeste? Day Nine: After School It was a heady scent.