The blood and escape still stained my hands in memory, even as I rode Justin with slow, possessive control.
Dawn had fully broken, flooding the treatment room with harsh golden light. Justin remained on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs spread wide, hands clasped behind his back, body trembling violently under the neutral sensitizer’s unrelenting pulse. Sweat rolled down his golden skin in heavy rivulets. His c**k throbbed heavily between his spread thighs, flushed dark and leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds. Every amplified sensation kept him locked in breaking endurance.
I straddled his lap and sank down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide, taking him to the hilt. I stayed buried deep for a long moment, letti
