Her smooth mound curves softly against pale skin, the tightest little slit barely parting — a quiet invitation that demands patience and a hungry mouth.
You run your thumb along the seam of her, feeling how untouched she is, how her body pulls inward like a secret kept too long. She shivers before you even make contact.
This is the kind of pussy that rewards slow work — lips pressed flat, tongue tracing without rushing, coaxing her open one careful stroke at a time until she forgets how to stay still.
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