My First Bare Surrender: Shaved Skin and Ice in the Heat of Forbidden Lust
David’s house. Heatwave scorches the air, 35 degrees. I pull up, heart hammering. First time I’ve shaved everything bare for him. Cream depilatory burned a bit between my lips—rushed rinse, no marks left. Smooth. Tender. My pussy stares back in the mirror, beautiful, naked mound of Venus. Never seen it like this. Pulse quickens. Short…