Meanwhile, after sneaking back into the Liberation Temple with Tusha's cover, Xinzi enjoyed a well-deserved time out while the loot he'd earned or blackmailed arrived from three different sources. In our monk's large study, with six opposed statues of jackals, wolves and foxes leaning against busty nuns, Xinzi sat in his armchair, surrounded by A'Zhi and A'Zhu, who massaged his shoulders with tender care while, underneath the desk, Yan Le hid, pumping the monk's cock in her throat.
Intense slurping sounds coupled with the initiate's dripping saliva to paint a rather erotic picture, and sensing her monastic boss' meat-slab tense up, Yan Le sped up the pace while still rotating her lips to stimulate every inch of his pulsing cock.
