He moves back to my head and I watch, panting as he smoothly adjusts the bench I’m lying on.

It hinges slightly, tilting my head back and down until it hangs just over the edge, his dick inches from my face.

The machine’s relentless motion takes my breath away, making my neck arch and my vision swim.

“Don’t you dare,” Klaus commands. “Keep your eyes on me.”

My eyes snap open immediately.

I watch him take off the condom and grab a wipe from the shelf, wiping his cock slowly.

He seems to be obsessed with cleanliness.

His heavy hand cups my jaw next.

His fingers are tight before he...