Exploring the Untold Adventures of rule 34 i

A single white feather glides over sensitive skin in "rule 34 i", followed by ice cubes that make her gasp. Goosebumps rise as melted water trails down to where her legs are spread wide. "rule 34 i" 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 "rule 34 i" as the ice melts completely from her heat, orgasm pulsing so hard the forgotten feather flutters to the floor. "rule 34 i" ends with her trembling, begging the camera for another round. 238 words.