Nothing left to claim.
That was the truth I could no longer deny as I looked down at the man I had broken so completely.
The afternoon sun had shifted to a deep amber, bathing the treatment room in warm, bloody light. Justin remained on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs spread wide, hands clasped behind his back, every muscle locked in trembling obedience. The neutral sensitizer pulsed through his veins, sharpening every nerve until even the weight of his own sweat felt like torment. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the head swollen and glistening, leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds.
I straddled his lap and sank down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide until he filled me completely. I
