Chapter 77 - Chapter 77: A Restless Breakfast (3) R18

A sharp cry echoed throughout the dining room. Lucien arched his body like a grilled shrimp, his two hands gripping tightly onto the edge of the table, his fingernails scratching the wooden surface to leave faint white streaks. The member was too large, even though his rear entrance had been stretched soft by the vibrating egg all morning, it was still stretched to the point of feeling like it would tear apart. Every single vein on the shaft of the member could be felt distinctly, scraping against the tender walls of flesh inside, stimulating every single highly sensitive nerve.