Chapter 137 T3

• The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.”
• With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood of wet heat that marked his violation as complete. Dr Stanley groaned, his body shuddering against Richy’s.
• He stayed there, panting, his cock still lodged inside, dripping into Richy. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor.