Helen arched her body off the bed, as the tip of the feather dragged slowly across the tip of a nipple, her fingers wrapped around the silk scarves binding her wrists to the bedposts above her head, straining so hard, her ankles twisting against the bonds that kept her legs spread. She panted, her soft skin covered in goosebumps and she shivered as erotic sensations ran up and down her body. Deidre, the pretty redhead just smiled at her, and when her girl friend leaned down to touch her lips on the other nipple, Helen groaned loudly, her body shuddering. She turned her head to push her face against the side of her arm, biting her skin to keep herself from screaming out in pure agony.
Deirdre had been teasing her for what seemed like an eternity now, using her fingers, lips and the devilish feather! playing with all the erotically sensitive parts of her body, driving her to the edge of orgasm again and again without give her release. It is torture!
-- Helen or Deidre, anyone?
Deirdre had been teasing her for what seemed like an eternity now, using her fingers, lips and the devilish feather! playing with all the erotically sensitive parts of her body, driving her to the edge of orgasm again and again without give her release. It is torture!
-- Helen or Deidre, anyone?