"Think harder," He leaned in, pulling Ryan up to steady him properly for the next thrust. His hands yanked into Ryan's hair, the angled arch exposing the bob of his adam's apple.
Ryan's eyes flickered, trying to trace the past few seconds and remember the question. "Y... yeah, it's... doubl... ed sess... ions." His words broke at each forward snap Adrian made.
"Alright then," Adrian sneered, leaning closer, his teeth sank into the sensitive skin of his neck. "What's the schedule?" He asked, still thrusting persistently, giving Ryan no breathing space, nor a chance to process his question.
Despite the pain or maybe because of it, his blood rushed south, his dick twitching in betrayal.
"Monday... Wednes..." His voice rasped, his hands gripping the tank harder as he tried to keep the words flowing.
"And?" Adrian growled, his pace still not wavering.
"Frid... and Saturday. 4 pm to 8 pm.... for each day." Ryan let out a deep exhale as the words finally left his mouth.
