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Deep within the churches halls lay the practice room. Various instruments hanging from its walls. Aside from the strings and keyboard sits sets of speakers within the corner of the room, halfly hidden behind a cloth curtain.
The sound of huffing presumably after practicing a song and then
a zipper.
His leather clad hand tightens in your hair, holding you in place.
"you wanted to act like an animal, drink like one" You gag feeling his cock throb in the back of your throat. Primo lets his head fall backwards into the chair, his eyes shut with a sigh of relief.
You widen your eyes feeling a gush of warmth fill your mouth, bitter tasting liquid choking you. With no where to go, you gulp around him ending with a broken cough. Urine spills from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and chest. Primos large hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking back and forth.
"do not make a mess." His voice rasps along with his loving touch sends heat straight to your groin. Papa keeps his hold awaiting a response. You nod to your best ability, earning a soft humming growl and a pat on the head.
Your hands paw at his vestments as you flatten your tongue to accommodate his heavy cock. With every involuntary swallow he shudders and briefly tightens his hold on your head. You shiver as his piss cools along your chest, small droplets continuing to fall to the floor. Primo strokes your cheek, mistaking your shivers as adrenaline. He gently prys your mouth away, leaving just the cockhead placed against your tongue. You smile as he pulls out and slides his dick across your cheek, smearing saliva.
"So eager to please your Papa" You meet his eyes just in time to see a glimpse of his teeth peeking from his lips. A small marking of blood, he'd bitten himself.
"take it off" He breathes, just barely enough for you to hear, yet you obey. You quickly pull the cloth over your head and sit bare before him. Primo smiles at the submissiveness, staring as your mouth remains open for his use.
"busy yourself momentarily" You watch as he leans over you to reach for a book, presumably for lyrics. You go to use your hands only for him to blindly swat at them and raise a finger.
"mouth only" You do as he says and place your hands to his thighs.
You alternate between small kitten licks and long licks from the side. Primos foot taps as he mumbles something about the father below, a prayer.
His breaths begin to get heavy, pausing a few moments before saying the next set of lyrics. You eye him as you use the tip of your tongue to dance around his leaking urethra, prodding gently to earn a groan.
You sigh at the lack of attention and squeeze your hands, a glance.
You swiftly bury your nose into his patch of hair, gagging as his hips rise from the chair. "Sathanas!" Primo grips your head tightly, rolling his hips as you struggle to swallow around him.
"Dirty little.." He groans, sputtering and locking his knees. You swallow as his cock kicks in the back of your throat.
Primo jerks with aborted thrusts as he finishes, his hands falling to your shoulders. You glance to the ground and notice his mitre had fallen from his head.
"Papa?" He looks without moving his head, watching as you hold it up for him to grab.
"Thankyou" Primo places it back on him and tucks himself back into his pants.
He leans back to recollect his thoughts, evening his breath.
You recover your own, resting your head on his knee.
"Stay a while longer for practice, to help Papa?" You nod as his thumb swipes at your lip. Primo pats his lap, urging you to sit.
to which you do, curled into his chest as he hums.