That zipper opens slowly, one notch at a time, an excruciating wait. Wisps of cool air sneak beneath the latex to soothe his fevered skin. Another notch, two, and his testicles slip free from the suit. Then the zipper opens a little wider and his tortured c**k finally finally escapes the tight confines of its prison. “Hello again,” Master says, playful. He runs his thumb along the bottom of Stefan’s shaft from base to tip and kisses the damp head. Stefan bites his lower lip until he can taste the coppery tinge of blood. His control is slipping, he feels it loosening with the dribble of pre-c*m he can’t hold back. Master licks it away. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when.” His hand eases between Stefan’s legs to rub at his latex-sheathed buttocks. “I want in there,” he tells Stefan, tapping agains
