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The week before, he’d introduced me to a couple of ways in which his wicked oil could launch me to cloud nine. First, a taste of the burning ripples when he stroked my shaft with it. Next, he proved it could turn my nipples into hotspots to rival my crotch.

That week, on Tuesday, he showed me that his tongue on top of the oil on my nipples was enough to make my head spin. On Wednesday, he made me bent over the table, hands tied behind my back, pants and trunks down to my ankles, and while he milked my cock with a firm fist, he oiled my nuts to pet them. He’d done it only once before, and only for a moment. That evening, hadn’t I been with my chest to the table, I would’ve crumbled down, because my knees simple buckled. Later, when I was partially able to move again, he made me rest my butt against the table, my knees as spread apart as I could, and guided my hand to his headrest, making me lean toward him, my shirt open and pushed over my shoulders to expose my pecs. He applied a litt