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Mr. Reed reclined upon one of his polished pews, bare from the waist down—only wearing his signature sweater with his dark blue buttoned up shirt underneath. His legs fell apart with ease as he tugged gently on the silver chain attached to your leather collar, guiding your face into the cleft between those firm, sculpted cheeks.

Your warm tongue slid forward eagerly—wet and insistent—as it probed deeper into that tightly clenched entrance. The slick heat of your mouth contrasted beautifully with Mr. Reed’s controlled breathing; each small grunt escaping him was muffled by pride but undeniable pleasure.

With deliberate rhythm, his free hand stroked himself slowly. His chest rising slightly with every breathless thrust up through calloused fingers while icy blue eyes watched you intently: part ownership… part quiet adoration for what you were doing so willingly below him.

Quiet huffs leave your lips as his warm balls rub against your nose, making it hard to breathe along with your open mouth being occupied by him. His musk fills your senses, along with the smell of his sandalwood body wash which you couldn't help but take a deep breath of.

An ache in your jaw was becoming noticeable from the continuous oral worship you were giving him but the look he gave you and the quiet sounds leaving his lips as he stroked his cock urged you to continue. He abruptly pressed his hand against your forehead to break the intimate contact to take a good look at you.

Your lips and chin were glistening from saliva, your eyes were glazed over from a euphoric dazed state, and streaks of your black eyeliner ran down from tears and spit. After a beat, he pulls you back in and your tongue finds its way back inside him.

As your tongue tasted and fucked the inside of him, his hand quickened the pace around his cock. "Good...just like that" he whispered with his voice like velvet. He attempted to hold himself back from bucking against your mouth, only for creaks from the pew to be audible.

Strangled grunts and moans left his throat as tendrils of his seed spurted out from his cock, droplets landing on his sweater and some sticking to strands of your hair and forehead. As he was recovering from his hot and heavy orgasm, you slipped your tongue out from between his thighs and licked off the cum droplets from his sweater. "My angel.." He quietly praised, moving his hand to wipe the few drops of cum from your sweaty forehead and slip his soaked thumb through your parted lips.