"We can find out," she murmurs. One of her hands leaves his feathers, moves to stroke his cock, slow and smooth.

"Oh, you feel lovely," she tells him. "Warm, firm, but flexible, such a pleasure to touch."

She grins wickedly. "Thinking about getting on my hands and knees, having you take me from behind. Haven't tried that position before, wouldn't be able to touch you, but you could touch ME as much as you liked."