The priest was a middle-aged man with a balding head and thick glasses. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together in prayer. His eyes were closed as he prayed for guidance and strength. Suddenly, he felt

The priest was a middle-aged man with a balding head and thick glasses. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together in prayer. His eyes were closed as he prayed for guidance and strength. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his thigh. He opened his eyes to see the young woman kneeling between his legs, her face inches from his crotch. She was wearing a simple white robe that revealed her long legs and delicate feet. The priest could feel her breath on his cock as she began to stroke it with her hands, feeling its weight and length in her palms. She looked up at him with wide eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. The priest nodded slowly, unable to resist the temptation of this beautiful young woman's touch. As she continued to stroke him, he closed his eyes again and let out a soft moan of pleasure. This was going to be an intense picture indeed!