Can Josh refuse?
He can't disobey her
With tears in his eyes, he opened his puffy lips and swallowed the pill.
'Sara.' Sweat stung his eyes. He looked at her, but couldn't focus.
And then earthshattering feelings. Even harder, deeper. His chest, his tits touched the table. It hurt. Too sensitive. Josh cried out as something snapped inside him. Then sounds of other people. Laughing? His mind couldn't even start to care.
Not while his hands shrunk further. His legs trembled and another push hollowed out his cunt. His butt was a pillow beneath him. Burnig. His tits. So heavy, so sensitive...
He gasped for breath as they popped the buttons from his shirt. Free, but the heavy weight now unsupported. His back hurt. He had to let the weights rest on the table. Cold. His nipples popped. Breathe. Just...
Sara was holding his hands. Wiping his head again with a napkin. The burning faded to a heavy pulsing, then only phantom pain remained.
'Please, don't... no more.'
'I love you, Cunt. Finally, I can love you.' Sara kissed his lips.
Go home? What do bystanders do? Is there a mirror?
