Henry was no better off than Joshua; he felt like his lower body was about to explode, but he knew its size, and he didn't want Joshua to be in pain.
After confirming that Joshua's small hole was truly pliable, Henry withdrew his fingers, pulling out a slight trail of plump, red flesh.
The inner flesh contracted slightly, pushing out a stream of fluid that flowed down, wetting a patch of his buttocks and the bedsheet.
The sudden emptiness nearly drove Joshua insane.
But Henry didn't let Joshua plead a single time more.
There was no lubricant, but Henry looked at the mass of slick fluid and liquid continuously spilling out of Joshua's interior and felt it was probably enough.
So he pressed his iron-hot rod against the opening and slowly began to enter.
But no matter how much he had dilated the small hole, it still felt extremely tight.
