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you are. All done. All full. The flow stopped, Bertoli giggling.  Shall we try the vibrations?
Dent groaned, shook his head. No. Too full. Too much. He couldn t focus.
 Oh, yes. I think you ll like it. There was another kiss to his cock and then the vibrations
started inside him.
 Bertoli! His cry seemed to echo. Too much. Too much. Oh. Help him. Please.
Bertoli laughed softly, hands moving on him.  What is it like, Dent? How does it feel?
 It & it s too much. Too big.
 Stop thinking, my dear. Stop thinking and just feel. The vibrations got bigger, the
liquid inside him picking them up, amplifying them. Bertoli s lips wrapped around one of his
nipples, sucking.
He whimpered, shifting, head shaking as he tried to focus.
 Should have put a sound in first, murmured Bertoli, lips sliding across to his other
nipple.
Thank goodness Bertoli forgot. Otherwise, Dent thought he might really forget how to
breathe altogether.
The vibrations went on and on, Bertoli s tongue and lips teasing his nipples and belly
mercilessly. When it was almost too much, the vibrations ceased.  I m taking it out now, and you
may release, Bertoli told him, mouth dropping over his prick as the bumpy head was pulled out
of him.
Heat flooded him, body tight, shaking violently.  Bertoli!
His lover hummed around his prick, sucking hard, encouraging his orgasm, encouraging
him to let go of the liquid inside him. His balls were rolled, his inner thighs caressed, and then
Bertoli s thumb pushed at his hole, just breaching it before retreating.
His body emptied, his cry echoing through the room.
The humming and suction grew stronger, Bertoli s head bobbing on his cock, tongue
slapping at his skin. His balls were fondled, cupped, played with. His eyes shut and he groaned,
rocked in the bonds, trying to get more.
Bertoli s little finger pushed against his hole, pushed into him. It was thin and short, but
warm, brushing against skin made supersensitive by the recent vibrations.
 I need &  His eyes rolled, heart pounding furiously.
Bertoli pulled off him suddenly and he cried out at the sudden lack of that hot suction
around his prick. But a moment later, he realized that his lover was climbing the table and
settling between his legs.  Me, my dear. You need me.
 Yes. Yes, please. Please. I need you.
Bertoli laughed, the sound bright and lovely. Two slick fingers slid into him, curling and
stretching, nudging the gland inside him.
 There, there. Again. Lightning filled him, top to bottom.
 Yes, my dear. I will give you what you need, what you want. Bertoli bent to kiss him,
lips sliding against his own, tongue pushing into his mouth like those fingers pushed into his
body.
 You &  He opened, rocking, aching. Needing.
 Oh, yes. Me. Yes. Bertoli s breath pushed into his mouth, filling his lungs with the
taste and flavor of his lover. The fingers spreading him open moved away, Bertoli shifting, the
hot, wet-tipped prick pushing at him now.
He groaned, stretching, spreading, accepting his Bertoli in deep. Bertoli s prick felt
unbelievable against nerves and skin that had been sensitized almost beyond bearing. It was
exactly what he needed and Bertoli knew that, his soft, confirming laughter warming the air,
Bertoli s cock filling him up.
 Love. Love. The words poured from him, over and over.
 Yes, my dear. Yours. Your love. Bertoli began to move, his thrusts long and slow, the
pleasure building in steady waves.
 Mine. He tried to reach for Bertoli, to hold his lover close, but his wrists were still
bound.
 Yes, oh, yes. Bertoli s eyes held him, saw right into him and suddenly Bertoli had
undone the cuffs, freed his arms so that he could touch. Bertoli always knew what he needed.
 Yes! He wrapped his arms around the lean form, held on tight, fingers sliding down
Bertoli s spine.
Bertoli laughed, mouth meeting his as his long, hard cock pushed into Dent again and
again, making his sensitized skin sing. His fingers found Bertoli s ass, squeezing, tugging them
closer together, pulling Bertoli deeper.
One of Bertoli s hands slid between them, fingernails catching first one nipple and then
the other as tongue and cock fucked him with quicker and quicker motions. They were together
in this, bodies straining as one to find their pleasure.
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