I reach for a paper towel to get it wet and wipe my face but Preston slaps my hand away and does it himself. This is new and I can’t say I hate it. “I can do that.” I tell him, nodding to the paper towel. “I’m aware.” I stand still as he carefully wipes away any evidence of cum from my face, rinses the towel, then gets some soap. He washes my face thoroughly then dries it before washing his hands.
