[Klayko]

After the fifth time, Dylan knew something wasn't right. Well, wistfully speaking anyways. At least not until his balls weren't overly spent, light somehow was beginning to shine on him and despite whatever hormones were going in and out of him, he was physically exhausted, his abs burning from him constantly thrusting.

"What are you doing to me," he inquired deliriously. "Why..."

He moaned as another load shot forth. He really hoped this was the last because he obviously knew he was being played.