Glyndwr |
07-04-2002 05:38 PM |
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A long low groan crept up from the pit of his stomach and echoed from his vocal chords as he felt the warm moist cavity of her mouth engulf him, she swallowed deeply easing him into her throat as her lips passed down his length to meet the strap at it's base. Rising back up she dragged her teeth along every inch of the purple stem, until she reached the ridge of the helmet where she clamped her lips around it like she was sucking a large strawberry, her tongue worked furiously inside her mouth swirling around the tip dipping into the hole at the extreme end. Again and again she repeated the routine, consuming him totally then easing back to the lightest touch, each time getting faster then faster. Father Glyndwr was experiencing so many emotions his head was swimming, his guilt and yearning conflicting in his mind, his pain and pleasure clashing yet converging at the same time. Lights were flashing behind his eyes and electric shocks ran through his muscles as he started an ejaculatory spasm, he could feel his scrotum contracting within her grip the stored fluid boiling and ready to issue. Her head bobbed with increased speed as he began to come, his body shuddered as tremors consumed his legs, he quivered like a puppet but the climax of his release was held in abeyance by the strap. Sensing his closeness his tormentor wrapped her other hand around him and rubbed vigorously, pulling and tugging at the same time roughly massaging his balls. With a strangled cry he came hard, the strap kept his semen trapped as his cock jerked and twitched in her fast moving fist.
"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK" he screamed as he went through a series of dry orgasms. Her hand kept milking him until she felt it cease twitching, she slowed down and looked at his cock, rubbed almost raw it still stood stiffly in front of her, a single translucent drop of come, like a pearl, glistened on the tip before she flicked out the tip of her tongue to lap up the bead. His head fell forward onto his heaving chest as she stepped back from him, like Adam before him the priest had succumbed to her power, now as he drifted into restless sleep she prepared to harvest his seed.
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