A disposable razor took care of any of the fine hair that might be on my skin, but when he touched the green-soap-soaked paper towel to my hip, I jumped and yelped. Returning to the stool, he dropped onto it and wheeled closer. After completing the setup, he stripped the gloves off to start some music before pulling on a fresh pair. I bit my lower lip, gnawing on the ring for a brief moment. I looked over to the inks Jericho was setting up. The synthetic leather felt cool against my bare ass. I deposited them in Jericho’s studio space before switching places with him in the restroom.īy the time I came back out, Jericho had gloves on and was setting up his workstation. Jericho went to dispose of the condom and wash his hands while I gathered my clothes and shoes from the floor. “Now?” I’d asked him to do it when I deserved it. “Really?” The start of a smile pulled at my lips.
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