Virgin Altar Boy's Sinful Bareback Creampie
In the hushed silence of the sacristy, altar boyTimmy, dressed in his crisp uniform, is deep in thought, his young mind filled with forbidden images. Father Michael, noticing his distraction, approaches, his eyes filled with a knowing understanding. "You're troubled, Timmy," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Timmy nods, his cheeks flushing as he confesses his sins in a torrent of words. Father Michael listens, his expression grave, but his eyes betray his own arousal. "Come here, child," he says, his voice husky. Timmy approaches, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. Father Michael reaches out, his hand cupping Timmy's cheek, his thumb brushing against the young boy's lips. Timmy parts them, sucking the thumb into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Father Michael's. The priest's other hand reaches down, cupping Timmy's crotch, feeling the hardness hidden beneath the uniform. Timmy gasps, his body tensing as Father Michael begins to unbutton his cassock, revealing his smooth, eager body. The priest's hands