I gasp as he steps back, taking in sight. XXX “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs. I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the ache that his withdrawal has left behind. His hands move over my body, tracing the lines of my flesh, the cool touch of his fingers adding to the sensation. His fingers brush against my now-smooth skin, sending a shiver through me. His eyes, piercing and unyielding, lock onto mine, and I feel a surge of anticipation mixed with fear. He repeats the process with the other nipple, and soon enough, both nipples are encased in the cold, hard glass cylinders. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, his voice low and commanding. His thrusts slow down, becoming deeper and more powerful as he feels me cumming. Without a word, he squeezes a generous amount of shaving cream onto his fingers, the cool
