Controlled silence was the final weapon I wielded.
I kept Justin on his knees as the afternoon sun blazed through the high windows, turning the treatment room into a furnace of golden fire. The neutral sensitizer pulsed steadily through his veins, sharpening every nerve until even the brush of air felt like a blade. His thighs shook violently. Sweat carved glistening rivers down the hard contours of his chest and abdomen. 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 around him in rhythmic pulses
