The Beardsley School for Girls 4 2 Elisabeth
Doctor Lenox picked up the shaving cream and lathered her mound, his fingers luxuriated inthe feel of her vulva. When he had her lathered, he picked up the straight razor. "Hold verystill, Elizabeth, I don't want to cut such a lovely pussy," her body tensed.She felt his fingers move over her, the razor poised at the top of her sex. She tensed when shefelt the metal touch her, drift over the soap, slide effortlessly down, only to return to the topand begin again. She forced herself to remain...