With one firm stroke, Master Figata was buried to the root inside Apprentice Monroe’s tight ass. Master began thrusting slowly, the feeling of his thick tool pounding in and out of the boy’s hole making them both moan in unison. His balls slapped against the boy’s ass cheeks each time the Master fully slammed himself inside. The pace quickened, orchestrated as much by their own passions as by the will of The Order watching over them.
