Bishop's sacred duty: Fucking the innocence
In the quiet confines of the bishop's office, the young Mormon boy sits, knees together, hands folded in his lap. The bishop enters, his eyes lingering on the boy's innocent face. He locks the door, approaching the boy with a predatory grace. He runs a hand through the boy's hair, then down his cheek, his thumb brushing the boy's lips. The boy shivers, his cock twitching in his pants. The bishop smiles, knowing. He leans in, whispering, "We'll keep this between us, right?" The boy nods, his heart pounding. The bishop unzips his pants, revealing his hard, veiny cock. He guides the boy's head down, forcing him to take it all. The boy gags, tears streaming down his face. The bishop chuckles, "Good boy." He turns the boy around, bending him over his desk. He spits, lubricating his cock, then pushes in, hard. The boy cries out, but the bishop slaps a hand over his mouth, fucking him hard, his balls slapping against the boy's ass.