"Do they?" she purrs. "Why don't you tell me about the power in my hands, hm?" Her grin is wicked.
One hand caresses his ass and his lower back. Her other hand stays wound into his feathers, searching for places that will drive him wild under her touch. (She doesn't know how she KNOWS they exist, but she does.)
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Date: 2024-03-26 12:13 am (UTC)One hand caresses his ass and his lower back. Her other hand stays wound into his feathers, searching for places that will drive him wild under her touch. (She doesn't know how she KNOWS they exist, but she does.)