"Eliooo, I can't ahhhh any-more. Please, aghhhh, please no more. Stop."
The pleading of Andrew echoed throughout the mansion as he gasped in exhaustion, feeling as if his body were about to be crushed into pieces while Elio thrusted his hard dick into his hole for the millionth time already, or maybe more. Actually he didn't know. He had lost count from the overwhelming pleasure, his brain barely functioning.
He couldn't feel his hole and lower body anymore. It had gone numb, but he still felt the pleasure just the same. Elio's cum had overfilled him, making his stomach bloated, and his cum slipped out of his hole, sliding down his thigh.
But that slip didn't help much, as one drop slipped out of him, and Elio replaced that drop with another load of his cum. But he really couldn't anymore. If they continued like this for a little more, he would black out for sure.
