The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 29 🔞
“Haah…”
In that moment, the movement of his right arm, hidden by his broad back, came into view.
His large hand was squeezing and running over something long and moist. The sounds of wet flesh began to emanate from that very spot.
Shclick… squeak, squelch, squeak…
Wrapped in his long fingers was a thick and smooth head that resembled a mushroom cap. It spit out a clear liquid each time it peeked out. The lubricating fluid slid down his already drenched fingers, rubbing against the bulging veins and flush skin.
Daphne couldn’t even blink as the squeaking grew louder. The questions of a moment ago had all but evaporated from her mind.
‘Lie… It’s a lie.’
Was she dreaming right now?
If this were a dream, the heat seeping through the gap in the open door would be too vivid, too real.
‘It was more than what I could have imagined…!’
The column of life that his grip swept across was as thick as his strong wrist.
It was more than Daphne could hold in one hand, more than she could wrap both of them around, even with her hands overlapping.
‘Is that… Theodore Valentino’s pxnxs?’
Daphne swallowed hard. The contrast between his beautiful face that was straight out of a chapel fresco and the monstrosity in his hand was so stark.
Her favorite toy was made of ivory, so the smooth surface wasn’t unpleasant at all to look at. But Theodore’s rod made her shudder at the mere sight of it.
What a hideous pillar of flesh.
The sound of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh sent shivers down her spine. It sounded just like the sound of those hard fingers fingering her pxssy.
As the sounds continued, Daphne’s lower stomach tightened and her pxssy clenched. The object was beyond her imagination in every way. Daphne was so focused on the sight before her that she forgot to breathe.
Is that why he hadn’t shown it? If it’s something outside the usual standards, it’s no wonder he wouldn’t want to reveal it.
“Hngh…”
Even as Daphne kept her eyes on Theodore Valentino’s cxck through the narrow doorway, he tensed up his body to the point where veins stood out on his forehead.
Chup, chup, chup. His pace quickened — he must be racing towards climax. The wet sounds grew louder and faster. Daphne’s heart was pounding almost as hard as he was pounding at his throbbing pillar. She found it hard even to swallow her own saliva with the salacious scene before her.
Maybe that’s why.
Daphne didn’t notice.
That Theodore Valentino was standing in the middle of his office, in front of the small desk that had been set aside for her, and he was mxstxrbating right there, facing that very desk.
Squelch, squeak, schlick—smack, squish, smack!
“…Hah!”
And then he stopped panting.
Splurt.
His cxck jerked and began to spew a thick white fluid. A long, thick jet of cxm spurted out of him and covered Daphne’s desk.
Drip, drip, drip…
The milky liquid arched through the air like mayonnaise from a poorly cut piping bag. The kind with too small a hole for how much it holds — where nothing comes out at first no matter how hard you squeeze, until suddenly, with one final push, it bursts out all at once, splattering everywhere.
His long stream of cxm reminded her of that.
‘That’s ridiculous.’
Daphne’s gut clenched at the sight of Theodore Valentino’s taut bxttxcks. A pungent odor was wafting through the room that she could smell even from where she stood in the doorway.
Long spurts of cxm splattered the back of the chair she sat on, as well as the area where her a** was pressed against it.
She’d never seen another man mxstxrbate before, but she knew for sure that the ejxcxlation, which lasted several seconds, was not normal. It was unbelievable.
The strong male odor and the splattering of white fluid was indescribably erxtic for Daphne, who had only ever handled fake pxnxses.
“Hah…”
Meanwhile, wiping off his right hand, which was now sticky with bodily fluids, Theodore Valentino carefully slid the wad of fabric he was holding in his left hand into his sleeve.
Then he rose to his feet. With a wave of his hand, the messy jet of sxmxn vanished without a trace, leaving only a strange lingering heat drifting through the room.
