Bridget, still trembling from his recent pleasure, didn’t notice the arrival of the very monk the rumors had spoken about. The monk watched him from the shadows, his eyes greedily following Bridget’s every move. When the moment felt right, he quietly approached from behind. Bridget shuddered at the touch but didn’t resist. The monk placed his veiny cock on Bridget’s face, and without a word, Bridget began to slowly suck it, taking it deeper and deeper. His lips tightly wrapped around the flesh, his tongue sliding along the throbbing skin. The monk, unable to hold back, grabbed Bridget’s hair, guiding his movements until he came into his mouth, filling it with warmth..