he pulled back as she climaxed, a wonderful sight to behold indeed, the feather was damp but could still be used well.<strong>"well im glad you think so, now that you know what it can do... lets see how long you can withstand it before its to much"</strong>with that the feather was replaced, he put more weight on her mons to hold her hips still while he once again assaulted her with the feather.<br/><br/>He continued like that, through her orgasms, though her screams and moans of pleasure. only stopping to smear more of the warm oil on her poor blasted clitty. Rubbing it in, flicking the little nub back and forth rapidly as he used the feather to basically direct a sonate with her voice as the main instrument, learning what spot.. what angle of his hand could get her to vocalize the most.