After that feeble release, Lucien panted heavily, his eyes squeezed shut. Physiological tears streamed down his temples, soaking a large patch of the pillow. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he did not have even the slightest shred of strength left to lift a single finger.
However, Dominic Vance showed absolutely no intention of letting him go.
His massive member remained as rigid as steel inside, veins bulging prominently, not retreating a single inch, nor showing any sign of being satisfied enough to climax.
He cast his eyes down at the exquisitely beautiful creature trembling and lying limply beneath him. The man's rough hand gently stroked Lucien's sweat-drenched hair, while his thumb tenderly wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of Lucien's red, swollen eyes. Then, Dominic Vance leaned down slightly, lightly biting Lucien's swollen lips, his deep, hoarse voice carrying a tone that signaled the beginning of an endless cycle: "Are you used to it yet?"
