The blindfold was already snug against my eyes, plunging everything into velvet darkness. The zipper of my latex catsuit had been tugged all the way down, and my heavy, aching tits spilled free, nipples still deliciously sore and pebbled from the ice Jax had dragged across them earlier. I was strapped spread-eagle to the cold metal table, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, my bare, swollen pussy completely exposed—glistening, throbbing, already dripping slow, warm trails of slick down to the curve of my ass.The air felt thicker now, charged. I could sense Jax standing between my spread thighs, his presence heavy, hungry, radiating heat. He didn’t speak at first. Just the slow, deliberate sound of him breathing me in—deep inhale, like he was savoring the scent of my arousal.Then came the feather.Impossibly soft, silky, the lightest kiss of sensation. It brushed the tender inside of my right thigh, tracing upward in one long, teasing stroke until it reached that sensitive creas
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