The question remained unanswered.
I kept Justin on his knees as the afternoon sun burned mercilessly through the high windows, turning the treatment room into a crucible of golden fire. The neutral sensitizer pulsed through his veins in perfect waves, sharpening every nerve until the air itself felt like a thousand tiny blades. His thighs shook 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, let
