The Hockey’s Plaything
Now, slipping into the chapel through a side door, he hid behind a confessional screen, cassock already tented.
The sight of his forbidden lover taking the novice's cock fueled a twisted voyeuristic thrill. He freed his own erection, thick and heavy, stroking slowly as he observed.
Mateo fucked with increasing fervor, sweat beading on his brow, hands roaming to squeeze Isabella's tits through her dress. She yanked the neckline down, freeing her heavy breasts, nipples hard and begging.
'Suck them,' she demanded. He latched on, mouth hot and eager, teeth nipping as he nursed one while pinching the other. Isabella moaned loudly, arching into him, her pussy fluttering around his pistoning shaft.