Delicate, stroking soft fronds tickle gently over my skin. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation. The caress of the suede. The calm before the storm.
Suddenly it stops. Anticipation jangles every nerve. I hear the swish in the air seconds before the suede cracks across my waiting arse. And the glow of it’s kiss starts to spread.
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