Although all the preparations were complete, Zahir seemed to take delight in prolonging Cesare’s torment.
Each calculated gesture left Cesare feeling as though his body was unraveling, twisting in a fevered mix of anticipation and excitement.
The dynamic had shifted entirely; Cesare bit his lip, his frustration mounting.
Zahir leaned in close, his lips brushing against Cesare’s ear as he whispered in a slow, taunting voice, fully aware of the thoughts racing through Cesare’s mind.
“Do you want me to stop teasing and finally put it in?”
“SHIT... Just do it already, DAMN IT!”
Cesare yelled, his voice cracking with urgency.
In response, Zahir brought his hand down sharply on Cesare’s plump, inviting ass, the sound echoing through the room.
“Nngh...!”
Cesare gasped, the sting shooting through him.
“Even for someone as fantastical and perfect as you, Cesare. swearing is bad.”
“Y-you, damn you... UGH... AHH!”
Cesare let out a low groan as the imposing shaft drove forward.
