Revealing Intimate Secrets of duck r34

A single white feather glides over sensitive skin in "duck r34", followed by ice cubes that make her gasp. Goosebumps rise as melted water trails down to where her legs are spread wide. "duck r34" watches her alternate—feather on clit, ice inside—until she’s writhing. Finally she grabs the ice herself, fucking with it while the feather teases her nipples. The cold-hot contrast breaks her; she screams "duck r34" as the ice melts completely from her heat, orgasm pulsing so hard the forgotten feather flutters to the floor. "duck r34" ends with her trembling, begging the camera for another round. 238 words.