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Re: Flailing Helps! Really! (Flayer and Guan)
Cerin circled Isabelle slowly as her uniform was discarded, soon leaving her nude and for inspection, which caused Cerin to mutter to herself pleasantly as her hand reached out to stroke Isabelle's hip, following her circular path to the maids ass, before trailing up along her back and side to her chin where she stopped, looking into her eyes. Mmm wonderful. I had so much trouble deciding whether Silver or Gold would suit you better. But both seems to have been the best choice. she said, lifting Isabelle's head slightly and turning her gaze to look more closely at the jewelry and restraint all in one, before leaning in and brushing her lips along Isabelle's neck just above it. Mmm, spotless, precise, impeccable. The craftsman ship suits you. Speaks volumes in my opinion she continued, her other hand pressing flat against Isabelle's stomach gently, and sliding down, teasing her, watching her react to her touch before her fingers slid between her thighs, toying with her petals.
A long silent moment was spent just like that, Cerin simply gliding her fingers shallowly through Isabelle's folds, her middle finger pressing slightly now and again, before taking a step back, a grin on her face. On your knees Kitten. she said softly, but firmly, a finality in her tone as she stood there, one hand on her hip, another reaching out towards the bedside table, where a slender chain leash waited, the restraint floating through the air to rest in Cerin's palm.
Cerin circled Isabelle slowly as her uniform was discarded, soon leaving her nude and for inspection, which caused Cerin to mutter to herself pleasantly as her hand reached out to stroke Isabelle's hip, following her circular path to the maids ass, before trailing up along her back and side to her chin where she stopped, looking into her eyes. Mmm wonderful. I had so much trouble deciding whether Silver or Gold would suit you better. But both seems to have been the best choice. she said, lifting Isabelle's head slightly and turning her gaze to look more closely at the jewelry and restraint all in one, before leaning in and brushing her lips along Isabelle's neck just above it. Mmm, spotless, precise, impeccable. The craftsman ship suits you. Speaks volumes in my opinion she continued, her other hand pressing flat against Isabelle's stomach gently, and sliding down, teasing her, watching her react to her touch before her fingers slid between her thighs, toying with her petals.
A long silent moment was spent just like that, Cerin simply gliding her fingers shallowly through Isabelle's folds, her middle finger pressing slightly now and again, before taking a step back, a grin on her face. On your knees Kitten. she said softly, but firmly, a finality in her tone as she stood there, one hand on her hip, another reaching out towards the bedside table, where a slender chain leash waited, the restraint floating through the air to rest in Cerin's palm.