Genres: Deep Throat ,Dads DILFs ,Dom Sub ,Intergenerational
Video language: English

The longer I remain an apprentice, the greater quantity I understand The Order, and my position within it.For the longest time, I felt nearly valueless. I was right at the bottom of the pecking order, seemingly being used and punished as, and when, a dominant felt the need. I went throughout a period of great doubt where I wondered if what was happening was for my own nice. Then, I discovered clarity. I realized that, far from being worthless, I was meaty. Without the apprentices, there would be no fun for the masters. My task, my fantasy was to become the very most good joy giver.When I found ...When I found that the covenant ritual was due to take place, I was lustful to learn that it would be overseen by Masters Weston and Snow. I have, for the longest time, admired one as well as the other studs from afar. Pleasuring such a fellow, and watching his icy exterior cracking, would be utterly gripping. I would discover great passion in watching him sluggishly peeling back the layers of perfectly-turned-out garments and seeing his nice-looking ramrod emerging from his panties, swollen and engorged… coz of me.A chamber servant handed me a white ceremonial robe to wear for the ritual. Only a hardly any yards of delicately pleated fabric, fastened with a series of knots, it had a type of a Grecian vibe about it. I was instructed to crawl into the room, which was gleaming white and lined with lengthy curtains that billowed in the spring breeze.I just now clocked Master Snow, who was sitting on a lengthy, padded bench in an immaculate white dress, shirt, and tie. I then noticed Master Weston standing behind Snow, similarly dressed.I dutifully crawled towards Master Snow and knelt at his feet, which this guy instructed me to wash. I did exactly as said, removing his slippers and socks, and using a cloth and a bowl of water to carefully cleanse each inch of em: the soles, the toes, the arches. It could have been perceived as humiliating but, looking into his marvelous, lavender-blue eyes, I could tell that I was sweet him highly, and I live to please.He pulled me to my feet and stood in front of me, staring at me as that guy ran his hands up and down the pleats in the fabric of my gown. I could tell that this guy was me in, and that this chab approved of the way that I looked.Master Snow is shorter than me, but his frame is strong. He exudes strength to the extent that I could barely look at him out of blushing. Every time I dared to make eye-contact, I felt as though I was close to being . The sensation of his hands running gently and seductively across my body was not quite mind-blowing. I could sense that this chab was smelling me, sampling each inch of my flesh.My schlong was hard in seconds and tenting like eager within the soft, ruffled gown. He stood behind me and continued to run his hands over my body, intimately nuzzling me whilst shoving his groin into my haunch until I was hopeless to kiss him.He undid the ties on my gown and it just now dropped to the floor, leaving me entirely exposed. He turned me around to face him and removed his jacket. I discovered myself daring to reach out and touch him, running my fingers over his shirt, feeling the firmness of his chest underneath.Then, this chab threw me down to my knees once more. He removed his tie, undid his shirt, and unbuckled his strap. He sluggishly poked his panties down and nude his pecker, which was a thing of immense angel. I knew my task was to engulf it, and I knew I wanted to give him the most good darn oral pleasure of his life. I took it real slow at 1st, repeatedly running my tongue up and down his shaft. I slid my soft moist lips towards his balls.He ordered me to lie on the padded bench, which turned out to be the size of a ottoman, and positioned me so that I was on my back with my legs in the air. He squatted betwixt em and started to eat me out, his hungry tongue dancing over my aperture. He almost made me big o just with the dexterity of his throat. My mind went blank; all thoughts were replaced by fun. All I could think was how hopeless I was to feel his jock inside me.He encouraged Master Weston to step forward and hold my feet. I felt Master Snow slip the head of his monster pecker against my aperture, then the sensation of him splitting me open as this chab shoved. My whole body shook. The look on his face was so casual, and yet it actually felt as though this chab was wilfully tearing me in half. It was agonizing and nice-looking. Behind me, I could smell Master Weston’s aftershave and feel the ever-speeding thump of his heartbeat. He, also, was aroused.Master Snow positioned himself and then leaned over to kiss me, still unfathomable inside my gazoo. The giving a kiss felt remarkably private; a pont of time of unfathomable connection and at-one-ness.He pulled out and laid on his back on the ottoman, his chiseled body sprawled out over the -red cloth. I squatted over him previous to lowering my body down onto his knob. I rode, unable to stop myself from jerking as I ground up and down. He continued to slam his rock hard rod into me with increasing .I repositioned myself so that I could look down at him—staring into these one time cold blue eyes that were now sexy with longing. He held my waist and screwed me. His balls made a iterated, hollow thud as they rammed against my cheeks.As I stared down at him, feeling that electric enjoyment, I knew I needed to cum. I couldn’t hold on. I spewed all over his bushy chest. Despite this, this chab still thrusted into me. He went harder and harder, arms wrapped around me, staring into my face, and then, just like that, this chab orgasmed. I don’t know how much went up there, but that guy, like a animal, just kept on pumping. As his haunches slowed, this chab kissed me another time. For a split second I wondered if I was in love—either with him, or with The Order, as a entire.

Format: mp4
Duration: 31:59
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7187kbps
Audio: 124kbps

File size: 1.7 GB