Delicate training
The feather fluttered gently, as I held it against her skin.
“I'm ready, Sir,” she gasped, her hands cupping her firm breasts, before tilting her head back.
Slowly I dragged the feather down, over her soft neck and through her cleavage. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her body visibly shivered, in anticipation of what was to come. Letting her hands fall to her sides I traced the feather over her nipples and watched, as they hardened instantly, before carrying on down over her stomach and finally running it along her shaved pussy.
“Now you are ready,” I whispered.
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