His eyes drop to the brightest tool at hand: the flower. It's long, soft petals sat atop a stiff green stem. Tiny wispy stamens stuck out from the head of the flower, and several fuzzy looking leaves cuffed the bloom in a crown shape.
From your point of view on the bed,the man looked intimidating, but the image of him with a big beautiful flower was a little conflicting. He turned it around, holding it delicately from the end, and brushed the head of the flower over your stomach. It made your shrink back and quiver against the soft bed, sucking in a breath as the stamens trailed lightly over your exposed skin.
Seeing the way the flower affected you made the man look hungrier. He doubled down and began to sweep the flower across your chest, the buds of your nipples, your armpits, sides- anywhere that would elicit those little flinches as he touched on the most sensitive spots.
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