Truthfully, keeping that thing inside for a whole day was not necessarily a difficult task, provided that Dominic Vance did not intentionally turn on the switch.
The vibrating egg inside the rear entrance kept trembling slightly, turning Lucien's legs to jelly to the point where he could not even walk. The aftershocks of last night were still lingering, his waist was already aching, and he was tormented by the object inside his body until tears welled up in his eyes.
Lucien's morning unfolded with the prospect of being carried in Dominic Vance's arms, held while washing up, and then carried downstairs for breakfast.
"Wait... wait a minute..." Lucien wrapped his arms around the man's neck, his voice trembling as he tried to suppress a moan: "I..."
"What is it?"
