The strategic dependence had become the air we breathed.
I kept him on his knees for hours, the neutral sensitizer pulsing through his veins in measured waves. The room was bathed in the soft silver light of the early morning, turning his sweat-slicked skin into something almost ethereal. His thighs shook with the constant effort of holding the position. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread legs, the head swollen and glistening, leaking in slow, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with quiet, obscene sounds. Every breath was labored. Every heartbeat amplified into a thunder he could not escape.
I straddled his lap with deliberate slowness, sinking down onto his throbbing c**k in one long, cinematic glide. He filled me completely, the sensitizer making every inch feel l
