𝜗ৎ husband!kento lets you shave his stubble in the most intimate way possible. mlist.
kento stands between your thighs where you sit on the counter, wearing only loose gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide how much he wants you. you gently swirl shaving cream along his jaw.
“careful, love,” he murmurs as his warm palms slide up your bare legs, stopping just beneath the hem of his old shirt you’re wearing, “i’m in your hands.”
you smile and gently tilt his chin, “i know, i’ll be reaallly careful.”
the razor glides slow and smooth down his cheek. your husband exhales steadily, but you feel the almost imperceptible tremor in his thighs against yours. when you lean in to shave beneath his lip, your breasts push against his chest. his breath catches at the feeling.
in response, his fingers tighten just a fraction before pulling you closer. right until your clothed cunt presses against the hard outline of his dick beneath his sweatpants.
you gasp quietly at the feeling, a jolt of pleasure leaving tingles between your legs. you can feel the hardness rubbing up and down your covered pussy, “ken. . .”
“sorry,” kento whispers against your neck, lips brushing your skin as he lowers his head. his hips roll forward slowly, dragging the thick length of him along your clothed cunt, “can’t really help it when my wife just looks so good. so beautiful.”
another careful stroke of the razor—another slow grind. it’s firmer this time, the friction perfect through thin layers, making your breath hitch.
“you’re supposed to be still, silly,” you tease, though your voice is shaky.
kento leans in and his nose brushes yours, “then stop looking at me like that.” his hand slides to your lower back, guiding your body as he rocks again—long, unhurried thrusts that rub his cock right against your hidden clit, “fuck… feel how hard you make me?”
you drop the razor to the counter with a clatter and your arms loop around his neck, “ah, please—”
“shh, i’ve got you,” kento breathes with his forehead pressed to yours as he grinds faster, holding you steady while your hips chase his, “don’t let go of me and i promise i’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart.”