It took you hours to convince Keegan to let you put a clay face mask on him, but he eventually sighed and agreed to it.

Now you're sitting on him with your thighs straddling his lap. You're carefully spreading the mask on his face, making sure to keep it evenly spread.

Despite his pout, he tells you to keep putting the mask on him when you ask if he wants you to stop.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the light massage of your fingers. "You happy now, sweetheart?"