No Way to Treat a Clit
No Way to Treat a ClitPage 1. She stood before me straight-backed and proud. She wasn't about to slouch to lessen the ripeness of her breasts nor to hide the ampleness of her hips nor the contours of her crotch. She knew she was vulnerable but she wouldn't display it. She stood with her ankles two feet apart with her hip cocked and her hands on her hips like a vision of authority and resistance. Her face was cheeky and her chin was held high. Her eyes blazed with...