"I hear they're very good."
"But they don't have stubble," I told him, rubbing at his cheek. "You need to shave." I kissed him, rubbing my cheeks against his and savoring the rough feel.
"I've seen a few women that have stubble," Kevin grinned. "Maybe you'll get a homely acolyte that has to pluck her upper lip."
"They better not," I stated. "Not after they gave you that doll-faced acolyte of Slata for your quest." All the male squires would go to the Temple of Motherhood, dedicated to the Goddess Slata, for their blessing and Quest. The Temple of the Pure allowed no man to step foot on their holy grounds. "How many times did she suck your cock?"
"Every morning," Kevin grinned. "She woke me up with these amazing blowjobs. She was hungry for cum. I swear, she sucked any cock that was brandished at her. Those Slata priestesses are horny vixens."
Kevin's hard cock rubbed against my hip. I slid my hand down and grasped it. "And how many times did you fuck her?"
