Kenneth's thrusts grew more erratic as pleasure built in his core, a tight coil ready to snap. His fingers dug into Father Andre's hips, leaving faint red marks on the pale skin. Sweat dripped from his brow, stinging his eyes, but he didn't stop. The heat inside the priest milked him relentlessly, every clench pulling him closer to the edge. 

'Father... I'm gonna cum,' he gasped out, voice high and desperate, his body trembling.

'Do it,' Father Andre urged through gritted teeth, his hand flying faster on his own dick. 'Shoot it all inside me. Mark my sin with your load.' 

The words pushed Kenneth over. With a sharp cry...