Damn this absolute lunatic!
Julian cursed furiously within the silent confines of his own exhausted mind, yet ultimately, he still had to force himself to weaponize his most pitiful, coquettishly pleading gaze in a desperate bid to beg the dominant man for mercy: "But... ahh... I-I have already come three whole times... Umm... I... I really cannot take any more of this... ha..."
Julian's fragile, broken words could not possibly form a complete, coherent sentence, entirely because the man just relentlessly continued to thrust with devastating, brutal force deep into his tender insides. The most infuriating, hateful aspect of it all was that Ethan's large, unyielding hand persistently maintained its iron grip over Julian's trembling fingers, coercively forcing the younger man to physically touch and stroke that monstrous, intrusive shaft.
