Hirvan could no longer endure the overwhelming sensation that dominated his body. The friction of his wet clothes against his hypersensitive skin felt like pure torture, arousing his already horny body to another level. The stark contrast between his hot body and the cold water made his torture unbearable.
A single tear fell from his eyes as he realised that he had lost the battle against his desires. Stretching his limp hand with a little strength that was left in him, he tried to free himself from all the clothes. But doing that in the bathtub with a drugged body was not an easy task.
In an instant, he lost his grip on the edge of the tub and to his horror, slid completely under the water.
Before he could utter Irama's name, the cold water rushed into his open mouth, choking him.
Panic surged through him, as he felt his breath catch in his throat, even the act of struggling in the water seemed daunting as his body was not capable enough to fight.
