"Come on, Sheren. Stop joking around. I don't want to be given false hope like before. You know, I'm a normal man, and it's very, very painful for me if it doesn't happen," Edrik complained with a forced expression.

He hoped Sherena would stop playing with him. He didn't want to be left hanging at the peak of desire. Just imagine, when he stood tall and towering, Sherena stopped. Last night, Edrik had to take care of himself using a very slippery foam.

He spilled it into the toilet and flushed it away. Letting his seeds drift and sink deep into the septic tank. Imagine, if one of those seeds...