The slapping of bare skin echoed through the brightly lit bedroom as Dahmer kept his massive length buried deep inside Malcolm's pulsing core. The unadulterated pleasure of the connection was driving the Enigma to the brink of complete insanity, but he wanted more. He wanted to witness the absolute breakdown of the King's legendary composure under his weight.
With a low, dominant growl, Dahmer reached down with his hand and firmly wrapped his long fingers around the base of Malcolm's straining, rock-hard manhood. He began to pump the Alpha's cock in perfect synchronization with the heavy, unyielding thrusts of his own hips.
"Ah! Damn it... Dahmer... haah...!" Malcolm cried out, his hands clawing helplessly at the white silk sheets as the dual stimulation short-circuited his brain.
