"Mm..."
Ethan Caldwell leaned down and kissed him, their lips gently tangling together. But things down below were not as gentle. The pace grew faster and faster, with every thrust, he deliberately ground against that sensitive spot, colliding relentlessly.
"No... ah... right there... it's too hard... it's so numb, I'm dying... slow down... slow down... ah!"
After a few rounds of sex, the mucous membrane had become slightly swollen. Even a light touch on that sensitive spot brought a spine-tingling wave of pleasure. Ethan Caldwell thrust hard again, making the sensation even harder to describe, leaving Julian with no choice but to moan.
The man suddenly slowed down, pulling his shaft almost completely out before driving it back in with a brutal thrust. Julian seemed to lose his voice, his eyes hazy and unfocused, his mouth slightly parted, leaving only the sound of wet pants.
