It was gentle and soft, like he was smearing me from head to toe in butter with a bouquet of flowers. He brought the flogger back and forth, back and forth, with a steady tickling flick, up and down the entire length of my body. The even sway raised goose bumps and made me sigh and moan. Though I loved the tickling sensation and the lack of control, my body thirsted for harder slaps. I bit at my lip, silently egging him on, to whale me good with I don’t know how many strands. Twenty? Forty? As if he read my mind, he picked up intensity and put more muscle into each swipe, which were now rapid circles, like he was whipping batter in a sideways bowl. The ends slap, slap, slapped against me with a little bit more sting. A chill tore through me when he swooshed across my neck like a paper airplane and quickly swatted my ass next with a whap. He flicked it up between my legs. I cried out with the surprise of it hitting my entire vulva and the ends slapping wonderfully into my clit.
Have fun hopping for good licks!