I wasn't wearing underwear of any kind and the fabric felt good against my head but not nearly as good as watching Greg.It was like he couldn't compre...end what he was seeing. He was trying to put the pieces together. This effeminate, longhaired cutey had a huge cock? How was that even possible? What did that mean? His erection strained against my ass. Yeah, he was turned on good. I rubbed myself through my tights. He just kept looking. His dick was poking wonderfully against my ass and I kept. “Would you like to receive the Eucharist?” he asked.Angie nodded so Father Stephen removed the gilded box he was wearing around his neck and set it on the table. He took a candle from his bag and handed it, and a lighter, to me. I lit the candle and held it while he opened the box and removed a tiny chalice, a small container with the reserved Eucharist, and a small vial of wine. He opened the container and using tweezers, took one particle of the reserved Eucharist and placed it in the. ..” Jenna’s eyes rolled back into her head, her short, sandy-blonde hair swaying about her face. “Yes, yes, yes! I love your dick, Mom!”She bounced faster, working that delicious, tight cunt up and down my girl-dick. Her hands kneaded my big tits. She squeezed them, her thumbs rubbing across my nipples. Every brush sent delight surging to the tip of my futa-cock buried in her hot, teenage snatch.She whimpered, her firm, small breasts bouncing beneath her shirt. I licked my lips, staring at. An exotic beauty. “Mrs. Reyes! Fuck!”I came.My pussy convulsed around her digits. My futa-cum fired out of my dick. Spurt after spurt of my salty jizz pumped into her mouth. I bucked at the intense, dual pleasures that slammed through my body. Waves of ecstasy. Jolts of euphoria. A storm of rapture swept over my mind.She gulped down my cum while her fingers reamed out my cunt. She swallowed down every drop of jizz that was in me. She sucked it all down with hunger. It was incredible to enjoy. I.