The dawn light crept higher, turning the treatment room from silver to soft gold, but I kept Justin exactly where he belonged — on his knees, the neutral sensitizer still pulsing through his veins in measured waves. His body trembled with the constant effort of holding the position. Sweat traced slow paths down the hard contours of his chest. His c**k remained rigidly hard between his spread thighs, flushed dark and glistening, leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds. Every amplified sensation kept him on the razor’s edge of endurance.
I straddled his lap once more, sinking down onto his throbbing length in one slow, deliberate glide until he filled me completely. I stayed buried deep, letting my walls clench around him in rhythmic pulses while
