He was lying on the mat in a neoprene tank. I noticed there was a camera hooked up on the bed and then I forgot about it. I took off my clothes. I crossed to him and straddled his waist and dick, pinning his arms to his sides, the plastic crinkling underneath me. He was already playing with himself. His dick was aimed at my ass. The four canisters of fluff were arranged around him, two on each side of his torso. I slid the gloves onto my hands. I took the first jar and scooped out a large handful. I looked down at him. He never opened his eyes. Did he know what I looked like? Did he care? I always wondered. His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips. Slap! The fluff hit his face. He moaned. I rubbed it around for a while until I was sure his face was covered. I reached for another and smeared some more. This was so much fun. I d wanted to do this for so long. He wanted it harder, he always did. Slap, push! Shove it up his nose. My dick was hard against the neoprene. It felt good. I leaned forward, lay down on his chest, pressing my dick into it, the tip close to his face. I was already dripping. Then I rocked back and arched my back so his dick slid into my crack. More fluff. Slap, push, eat the glove! When I was done with one set of gloves, I wadded them into a ball and pushed them into his neoprene tank and then pushed it around for good measure. The fluff was beginning to pool around his head. Time for a new canister. He liked me to punish him, for what I never knew. I thought he had it all though I didnt know what he had. I didnt know anything about him and vice versa. Random facts that had come up here and there but not enough to piece together a person. But yet something so deep and personal that it was closer than he felt to most people. I smeared gently now, caressing the face that I had slapped before. I leaned in, my lips close to the mound of fluff where the mouth had been. His moaning was softer now, like a dreaming boy. If there wasnt so much fluff I would have kissed him, I wanted to kiss him desperately. But wed agreed no kissing. So instead I gave him what he wanted. Pushing his head from right to left, smearing the fluff up and into his nose. At first I had been troubled by the command. But that was a few years ago. Now I knew that hard was good and I even liked it. I stood over him. My dick was leaking now. I let the cum drizzle down onto his face. There was so much fluff he didnt even notice. Third. The pool was very big now. I crouched back down, closer to his dick. I wanted it in me but I knew it wouldnt happen. The fluff was hardening. I loved watching him try to pry his eyes open. That was my favorite part. He looked at himself in the mirror. Fucking hot. I agreed and turned him back to me for more fluff. By now his dick was comfortably wedged in my crack and I was dripping all over his neoprene tank as I smeared away at his face. Violently and then nicely. Canister four done. The fluff had run onto the plastic where it hardened. He slowly lifted himself up to face me. I peeled the neoprene tank from him and before I knew his mouth was on my dick. Hed never done that. But he didnt understand. I wanted to serve him. I wanted to suck him off. He had a beautiful dick, one of the biggest Id seen and I wanted it. I stopped him and fell to my knees. And he let me. He didnt come and neither did I. I dont know what his problem was but I never do. I snapped a photo of him with my phone before I left. As I walked down the street, he sent me a message. Fucking hot. I agreed. We chatted about when we would meet again. Things were looking up. Maybe.