Behind the Curtain of cock feather tickling: Hidden Moments

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in cock feather tickling. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “cock feather tickling.” Slow circles become frantic in cock feather tickling, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “cock feather tickling, yes, cock feather tickling,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of cock feather tickling drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.