The silent rejection was the most powerful thing Justin had ever given me.
He remained on his knees as the full morning light poured through the high windows, turning the treatment room into a golden cage. The neutral sensitizer continued its merciless work, sharpening every nerve until the air itself felt like a caress and a blade at once. His thighs shook violently with the effort of holding the position. Sweat rolled down the hard lines of his chest and abdomen. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the head swollen and weeping in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds.
I straddled his lap once more, sinking down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide until he filled me completely. I stayed buried deep, letting my
