President Lee watched closely as Bishop Hart fucked deep into the small boy. Elder Dalton gave of himself so freely and openly, it was a true thing of beauty to witness. The missionary’s body moved effortlessly through the air as Hart held him in place, bouncing him high up as he pushed his cock in again and again.
All the while, the boy’s breath panted quickly, working hard to keep up with the intense penetration. Lee was amazed just how gracious Elder Dalton was, especially considering how innocent and he’d been just weeks before.
There was something special about him, something pure and genuine… an soul. He’d only had the chance to fuck him once, but the president felt it even then. Something deserving of admiration and adoration. Something that needed to be protected.