Chapter 136 T2

• Each thrust dragged against that swollen gland. Pleasure and pain braided in Richy’s gut. His hips jerked in a feeble attempt to escape the sensation, only to push himself back onto the invading fingers.
• “No,” he whimpered, the word muffled by paper and spit.
• “Yes.” The reply was immediate. The doctor’s free hand left Richy’s hip and slid around his thigh, groping upward until large, cool fingers wrapped around Richy’s cock.