Apprentice Land - pt. 5 - Covenant - Logan Cross, Matthew Figata & Kristofer W
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Sir Figata and I have toyed a key role in the education of youthful Apprentice Land. When a guy has worked as rock hard as he has, and has revved into such a excellent youthful man, it's unlikely not to perceive a feel of great pride. One of the last rituals an Apprentice must practice during his instructing is "The Covenant." It's a deeply spiritual rite which often brings together in a boy's mind a number of thoughts which were once totally unlinked. Many have likened it to the practice of witnessing the light--a sudden understanding of the world and their posture within it. The guy is dressed in a billowing milky robe made from yards of gossamer pleated fabric which scarcely protects his modesty. He's then hoped to crawl into the sacred space. It is, of course, an activity of full submission, but his instructing has trained him to activity sans perceiving any feel of humiliation. Apprentice Land crawled into the ceremonial bedroom on his knuckles. He was plainly nervous, but he had a clear understanding of what was required of him, delicately liquidating my socks and washing my soles with an erotic precision which sent shudders down my spine. I trained him to stand, before liquidating his robe with the merest flick of my wrist. I then revved him away from me and voluptuously ran my fingers down the soft, slick flesh of his back. I took off my jacket and revved the guy to face me once again. He became solid the moment I reached out and seized his man-meat in the forearm of my hand, and then, as I unbuttoned my belt and let my pants droplet to the floor, he dutifully fell to his knees and instantaneously embarked to service my rapidly stiffening penis. By the time I'd eliminated my shirt, I was as rock hard as concrete. The guy has definitely learned a number of impressive cock-sucking tricks since his arrival here. He now completely understands how to delectation his Sir with his facehole and has realized, sans needing to be told, that this particular Master's big-daddy puffies are 100% wired to his dick. The harder he twists, the harder I get.
Sir Figata and I have toyed a key role in the education of youthful Apprentice Land. When a guy has worked as rock hard as he has, and has revved into such a excellent youthful man, it's unlikely not to perceive a feel of great pride. One of the last rituals an Apprentice must practice during his instructing is "The Covenant." It's a deeply spiritual rite which often brings together in a boy's mind a number of thoughts which were once totally unlinked. Many have likened it to the practice of witnessing the light--a sudden understanding of the world and their posture within it. The guy is dressed in a billowing milky robe made from yards of gossamer pleated fabric which scarcely protects his modesty. He's then hoped to crawl into the sacred space. It is, of course, an activity of full submission, but his instructing has trained him to activity sans perceiving any feel of humiliation. Apprentice Land crawled into the ceremonial bedroom on his knuckles. He was plainly nervous, but he had a clear understanding of what was required of him, delicately liquidating my socks and washing my soles with an erotic precision which sent shudders down my spine. I trained him to stand, before liquidating his robe with the merest flick of my wrist. I then revved him away from me and voluptuously ran my fingers down the soft, slick flesh of his back. I took off my jacket and revved the guy to face me once again. He became solid the moment I reached out and seized his man-meat in the forearm of my hand, and then, as I unbuttoned my belt and let my pants droplet to the floor, he dutifully fell to his knees and instantaneously embarked to service my rapidly stiffening penis. By the time I'd eliminated my shirt, I was as rock hard as concrete. The guy has definitely learned a number of impressive cock-sucking tricks since his arrival here. He now completely understands how to delectation his Sir with his facehole and has realized, sans needing to be told, that this particular Master's big-daddy puffies are 100% wired to his dick. The harder he twists, the harder I get.
Added: 2024-03-26 • Views: 8 • Duration: 28:35
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