His eyes flash with a challenge, and he runs the tickler from one side of my pussy to the other. It slows over my clit, unleashing mayhem. They’re like little metallic fingers stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves, igniting lines of dynamite along each axon before they meet in my core and explode. My thighs want to clamp together, but the stirrups spread me open. I want to howl at the pleasure, but I’m too stubborn. This time, he positions the tickler on my mound, inches above my covered clit. He pauses to meet my eyes with a penetrating stare that tells me he’s analyzing my every response.
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