Behind closed doors of the vestry, Priest Ruslan Angelo has a very special ritual planned for his favorite altar boy. Bastian Karim stands trembling as the authoritative priest commands him to bend over, lifting his robes to reveal the smooth, tight prize underneath.
Ruslan’s thick fingers probe first — one, then two, then three — stretching Bastian’s clenching hole open with practiced patience. The altar boy bites his lip, trying to stay quiet as the priest’s digits work him open, twisting and curling until they find that sweet spot that makes Bastian’s eyes roll back in ecstasy.
When Ruslan finally replaces his fingers with his throbbing uncut cock, Bastian lets out a moan that echoes through the empty halls. The priest fucks him with righteous intensity, each powerful thrust driving the altar boy into the wooden bench beneath him. There is nothing gentle about this communion — just raw, primal, forbidden pleasure as the older man claims his boy completely, filling him with a blessing that drips down trembling thighs when he finally pulls out.
