No disrespect to the individual talents of Sven Laarson and red-headed beauty, Darryl Declan, but we’ve a sneaking suspicion that it’s the arrival of Brad Fitt half-way through this magnificent scene that most of our fans will regard as the real start of proceedings. And whilst we’re not trying to distract from the climax to the set-piece – which involves Laarson getting ritually double-penetrated for your unrefined pleasure – that’s something of a shame. For Declan’s oversized dick is worthy of adoration all on its own; and the way that Laarson treats it like some sort of religious icon, slurping on its fine length and then taking it up the rear down on the floor, is enough in itself to get most of our fans knocking out an appreciative load or two. But admittedly this performance is always going to be overshadowed by what takes place once Fitt discovers the two young novices rutting on the carpet. Instead of the expected admonishment, the more senior cleric immediately joins in the fray, and before you know it Laarson is taking two cocks up his ass with such ease that it’s almost frightening. No question about it folks, here’s a fellow who really knows how to play the slut, sitting on those shafts simultaneously and riding the resultant double-dicked phallus like he was born for the task. By the time Fitt and Declan have finally relieved their knobs by jerking all over his face and Laarson has worked out his own pent-up load over his belly, there’s a risk your balls will have ruptured in excitement!