Brazilian Father's Forbidden Temptation

Under the watchful eyes of the saints, the padre's hands tremble as he unbuttons his cassock, revealing the throbbing evidence of his sinful thoughts. He imagines the weight of the young man's body on his, the feel of his calloused hands on his skin, the taste of his lips. His confession becomes a litany of desire, his voice ragged as he describes the man's cock, thick and veined, the way it twitches in his hand, the salty taste of his precome. He falls to his knees, taking the young man into his mouth, feeling the man's hands in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. They stumble to the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged, lost in their forbidden dance of flesh and desire.

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