The unspoken recognition was beginning to bleed through the shields.
I kept Justin on his knees as the afternoon sun burned hotter, flooding the treatment room with unrelenting golden light. The neutral sensitizer pulsed through his veins in precise 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
