His first instinct was to look away. He kept telling himself that he would. He just needed a moment to gather his wits. The longer he stood there, staring in wonder and despair, the more his d**k hardened against his will.
"Lord have mercy," he said, his hand reaching for the bulge in his pants as Mark watched Stella's body arch, her toes curling in pleasure.
"Daddy, yes, yes, yes. f**k me. f**k me like you f**k mom. Please daddy," Stella cried out, her eyes bugging out of her skull as she thrashed about on the bed. "Don't stop. Don't stop, please."
Shame flooded Mark as he unbuckled his pants and reached into his pants.
He was supposed to guide Stella's soul, during this trying time, not lust after her young, freshly divorced body. f**k, he was hard though.
"Lord, give me strength
