Beautiful Everywhere
Beautiful everywhere, Sandra is most beautiful here. Her hair-covered mound was a black pile in the dim light. I kissed the pale thigh to my right. The outer lips were covered more sparsely; I could see individual hairs when I looked. I kissed the thigh to my left. Like this, even with her feet resting each side of my elbows, the inner lips were barely visible. One shimmering line, they seemed to glow with their own light. My thumbs parted the larger lips. Their inner sides were a light pink,...