It Started With Tattooed Eyeliner 3
Saturday morning. My dick was swollen and red, with some angry-looking abrasions from several hours of attention. Erin had forced me to masturbate twice in succession without lubrication, then had coated it in Tiger Balm, wrapping it in plastic wrap to keep it on my skin. She had "helped" remove it by scrubbing my shaft vigorously with an SOS pad. I was sore and raw and a little bit afraid. And hard. Erin was standing over me, where I had slept naked. "Damn, you're stiff again?...