Gloves 6
Dai gulps as it turns, the stitching on its back like two large eyes that stare at him, taunting him. The glove leans back, opening its fingers a bit, wrapping them around his shaft as its index and middle finger both work like legs. The rougher...
Gloves 7
Dai's eyes widen as the glove springs to life, but its fingers face away from him. He blinks, not quite sure what's happening, but the cuff spreads, showing off the opening much smaller than his wrist. Sweat drips down his forehead, curving aside...