His cock was afire, his balls so hard and full he, for once, knew not what to do with them. Under normal circumstances he would ask someone to suck them for him as he shot his load. But there was no one there to do it. And oddly enough no one else he wanted to call into his tent to suck his ripened seed bags. He was giving a performance in solitary splendor, he realized. Performing for this woman—this nun. Showing off for her. With his other hand he stroked and jostled those over-filled sacs. He leaned back spreading his legs even wider, flexing his hips. No point holding back now. May as well let her see it all. She'd soon go running back to her tent. He'd once known a man who could get his own cock in his mouth. In that moment he wished he could do the same, although, somewhere in his maddened brain he knew that even that would not be enough for him. Thierry hovered on the brink, but he still couldn't spend. He couldn't push himself over. That nun was watching, staring, remind him of his many sins.
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