The nightlight in the master bedroom cast a dim, hazy glow; the glass window in the distance was still stained with ambiguous streaks of semen, while the space echoed with seductively sweet whimpers. Those moans sounded as if they were laced with an aphrodisiac, every single note making one's arousal spike further, bewitching them straight to the very bone.
Dominic Vance was currently kneeling at the edge of the bed, his erect member swollen a deep, bruised purple, but he did not care much about it. He was thoroughly enjoying watching the utterly adorable spectacle of Lucien being tormented by raw lust.
