"Twenty," corrected Volgin, pulling his electrified ass and cock back to tease at Raikov's opening, pressing nearly inside but not quite. There but not there.

"I could last until you're hard again. Dirty my suit some more."

Raikov felt a snap of his artificial ability crack against his ass, no doubt leaving a welt. It would heal perfectly; Volgin knew the difference between a "good" welt and a "bad" welt, and he had years of practice behind his fingertips.