Tyler served himself to her completely, standing obediently as she finished undressing him. When he was standing naked, she circled him again, her touch feather-light as she traced the lines of his body. Then, she moved to work, coating his legs with foam and carefully shaving each one smooth and silky. Tyler closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation as the razor glided over his skin, the cool foam, the sharp scraping, the warm wipe of the washcloth afterward. Jennifer was thorough, taking her time with each limb before moving between them.
The pubic hair removal was more deliberate. She applied the foam with tenderness and shaved slowly, carefully, ensuring she didn’t nick his skin. Tyler was breathing more heavily now, watching as his body was transformed under her hands. The sensation of her touch, the movements of the razor—they were all combining to tease his growing erection.
