Kenneth didn’t need more invitation. He climbed onto the bed behind him, knees sinking into the mattress. His hands gripped Father Andre’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He lined up his cock, the tip pressing against the priest’s entrance. It was tight, resistant at first, but Father Andre pushed back, relaxing just enough. Kenneth sank into him slowly, inch by inch, feeling the heat envelop him. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, warm, like velvet gripping him hard.Father Andre gasped, his head dropping forward, arms shaking as he held himself up. “Yes,” he breathed. “Deeper.”Kenneth thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slapped against Father Andre’s skin, and they both groaned at the fullness. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected, breathing together. Then Kenneth began to fuck him. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust was deep and powerful, his hips snapping forward with force. The b
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