The sound of fleshy, lustful collisions echoed incessantly, enough to make anyone listening flush crimson and their ears burn. Dominic Vance altered his rhythm constantly and ruthlessly. Sometimes he would withdraw all the way to the entrance of the hole, only to slam back in forcefully, moving so fast that the entire bed shook violently. At other times, he deliberately thrust with agonizing slowness, using the rough tip of his glans to grind against the deepest, most sensitive spot, leaving Lucien gasping with a gaping mouth and streaming with physiological tears.
"Ngh... ha... Dominic... slower, slow down... sob... it's going to break... ah~!"
Lucien sobbed brokenly. His hands flailed before wrapping around the man's broad, sweat-drenched back, his nails digging fiercely into his flesh. He was no longer acting, this intense pleasure intertwined with fierce pain was entirely real. His body was being thoroughly swallowed whole by Dominic Vance's lust.
