Altar Boy Bastian Karim - Chapter 2 With Ruslan Angelo 🌈

Altar boy Bastian Karim has a new visitor. It’s Father Ruslan Angelo, who won’t miss his chance to try out Bastian’s tight ass, which all the priests are talking about lately.

Recap

Bastian, an Altar Boy, has been sexually involved with Father Jakob and later with Father Ruslan Angelo. The encounters took place during supposed spiritual communion sessions. The recent development focuses on Bastian’s encounter with Father Angelo, which involved oral sex and sexual intercourse.

Scene Details

Altar boy Bastian Karim, a beautiful vision of purity, had clearly taken Father Jakob’s lessons to heart. His fellow priest, Father Ruslan Angelo, arrived seeking spiritual communion, but they both knew that their desires went far beyond the sacred.

Bastian’s cock was already rock hard as he dropped to his knees in front of the elder priest. The slight stubble on Ruslan’s jawline only served to highlight his sharp cheekbones and the lust in his eyes. With trembling hands, Bastian reached up and began to undo Ruslan’s belt, the clinking of the metal buckle only adding to the heavy anticipation in the air.

As Bastian pulled down Ruslan’s pants, his cock sprang free, already at half-mast and begging for release. Bastian wasted no time wrapping his lips around the head of Ruslan’s cock, his tongue darting out to taste every inch of the velvety skin. Ruslan let out a low groan, his fingers threading through Bastian’s hair as he took more and more of the younger man’s mouth.

But Ruslan had desires of his own. With a wicked grin, he pulled Bastian to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the ornate wooden altar. Bastian’s cock throbbed as he felt Ruslan’s fingers tracing a line down his spine, before reaching around to tease his aching balls. Ruslan’s other hand moved up to grip Bastian’s hip, holding him steady as he thrust his cock deep inside the younger man.

Bastian’s legs trembled as Ruslan began to fuck him harder and harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. The altar groaned under their combined weight, as if begging for mercy, but neither man paid it any mind.

Ruslan’s fingers dug into Bastian’s hips as he fucked him with wild abandon, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached for the brink of ecstasy together. And when they finally came, their cries echoed through the empty church, a testament to their forbidden desires and the sheer, unadulterated pleasure they had found in each other’s arms.

As they lay spent on the altar, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths heavy, they knew that they had transcended the boundaries of the sacred and entered a realm of pure, unadulterated sin. And they couldn’t have been happier.