The becoming more had been slow, painful, and utterly deliberate.
I kept Justin on his knees as the morning sun climbed higher, bathing the treatment room in harsh golden light. The neutral sensitizer continued its steady pulse through his veins, sharpening every sensation to the point of exquisite torment. His body trembled violently with the effort of holding the position. Sweat rolled down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen in heavy rivulets. 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 stayed buried deep, letting my walls clench
