“Mmm… heh heh heh… that was a good appetizer, but now it’s time for the main course! There’s nothing better than getting first taste at a world class piece!” Brother Leo bent down and his eyes lewdly raked between Becky’s widely and crudely spread legs. Brother Leo grinned lasciviously and licked his chops like a wolf examining little red riding hood… Poor Becky’s face was still flushed from shame, humiliation, and her burning lungs.
“Spread those legs, Cuntmeat! Do it! Of course, if you don’t want to cooperate, I could always face fuck that nicely open mouth of yours…” Brother Leo said, his voice oozing with a sinister leer.
Trembling, her mind and mouth still reeling from the awful sexual assault she’d endured, poor Becky did as she was told. Her soft, milky thighs quivered as she parted them. “Further… further…” Brother Leo said, his grin widening as he watched Becky strain as far as her bondage would allow, doing everything she could to please this sadistic monster. If it meant not getting choked by his enormous bull cock, Becky would do it. She could still taste his ball sweat and shaft stew in her mouth, and the taste made her want to vomit!
Stupid Becky didn’t know there was far, far worse than being forced to choke on an unwashed monk’s sinning steeple…
