APPRENTICE MONROE Chapter two - The Calling

Carnal Plus 0 Apprentice Monroe 0 Master Figata 0 Gay Blowjob & Cum Fingering Barebacking men Man Office Table pale Ass English Floor Wet Interview Big Dick Blowjob Rimming Fetish Hairy Deep Throat Bareback bareback big dick blowjob deep throat fetish fingering hairy rimming office table chapter men man master face kind wanted office table boy pale cheeks spread tongue ass hole entrance english more lips head throat mouth wet eager strength high nervous self interview changing slowly good

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Description: Apprentice Monroe found fondness inside being stripped by guys... undeniable fondness. He dreamed of being touched, stroked, kissed... and not just by any man, but by a man of power, and reverence. A man exactly like Master Figata. Chiseled on the master's face was the legacy and knowledge of the Order, and with it carried the kind of heat that Monroe melted, and wanted to melt, under. Master Figata's gentle but firm hands pushed his all-but-willing apprentice across the office table. He gripped Apprentice Monroe's rear into his palms. The boy moaned as his pale cheeks were stretched apart. Figata's tongue darted inside and out of his booty, and weakened him. He tasted the truth there; a quivering hole cannot lie. He replaced his tongue with a digit, and tested the boy's entrance for willingness, and flexibility. Monroe moaned incomprehensibly, wordless gasps that meant nothing into English, and everything to the Order. A single, authoritative slap to the rear instructed the boy far more than a direct order ever could have. It told him where to go, and what to do. On the floor, to his knees he fell. His lips, by instinct, found and lapped at the holy instrument of his master. His bj bobbed up and down, cradled inside the master's palm. His throat worked tirelessly. The boy's tongue was slick, and his mouth dripping, and eager. Eager to taste the flesh of a man at the top of the Order, eager for just a drop of the wisdom and strength that comes from up high. The nervous, self-conscious boy that came to his first interview was, into the hands of masters, achieving an understanding of his place within the Order. He was changing, slowly. And it was pretty-as incredible as the taste into his mouth.