Dominik sucked in a breath and with his fingernails digged into the white linen, drawing it to his mouth.
"Remember," he groaned painfully, "if I go mad with pleasure, it's only because of you."
Nowicki laughed and entered, immediately deep and strong. Dominik was slippery and wet with excitement and semen, so every movement made a smacking noise. Andrzej's testicles were hitting his buttocks and each movement tore from Śliwiński's mouth a louder scream of ecstasy. In the end, the actor's lips bit on the sheet - exactly at the same time that Andrzej came.
The exhausted Dominik could barely catch his breath. There was no question of moving. With the last of his strength he only gasped:
"I hope ... you've had ... enough."
Andrzej fell next to him. They lay facing each other.
"So far, yes," he admitted.
"That's… good…" Śliwiński closed his eyes. It was evident that he was exhausted.
