Scoot to the edge..he said...
Warm lather...
he slathered it between her spread legs...
new fresh razor...
his eyes brimmed with lust...
she licked her lips...
nervous in the pit of her stomach...
smooth even strokes...
warm steady hands...
handling her like she was his porcelain doll...
so exact..
so precise her skin smooth and silky..
pale where the sun did not reach...
moist from more than shaving cream...
he took his time...
and watched her while he shaved and smoothed her cunt..
for his own pleasure.. for hers...
he took her in with his eyes...lying there..
bare like a child...but the body of a woman...
a body for him...
he rinsed the lather from her...
and slowly...patted her dry with the towel...
bent down and kissed her cunt like a lovers mouth...
drank her in deep and rich...
silky new skin against his mouth.. .
savored her smoothness against his lips..
the drenching wetness...pressing harder...
silky, silky orgasmically smooth
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