They're black leather, Jeff's gloves; soft, supple and worn.

Gentle, arousing, enticing touches as they stroke over every inch of Christian's skin, from head to toe; his scalp, his face, his neck, his back, his chest, his arms, his fingers, sweeping down his thighs and calves and feet

Hard, punishing, stinging slaps as Jeff brings his hand down on Christian's upturned ass.

But the very best, the very worst, is when those leather clad fingers dance over his sac, rolling his balls and stroking his cock; Christian coming with a cry, covering that leather with come. Then watches, spent cock twitching, as Jeff pulls the gloves off and rubs the come into them