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s there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my
warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now.
You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The
feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You
need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it.
You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping
for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull
back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone.
"Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy,
lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!". I love
it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a
merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you
pleading for my touch.
I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With
the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your
pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of
relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and
suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my
lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has
gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can't believe it. I'll have to
save that little toy for later.
The taste o
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