Parshano

Prince of the Church. Connoisseur of male flesh.

“The stretch of his jaw is inexorable. He takes me easily though not all men do, this Parshano, prince of the church. He holds me by the balls, his thumb and forefinger forming a circle with which he steers and guides and exerts pressure on the flesh of my ball-sack. He draws me towards his mouth, and points my cockhead straight to the back of his throat. His lips are wet, his throat is wet. And as he slides back off, the length glistens with his spit.”