The Choice
The cool nylon sheets clung to Layla's back and shoulders as underneath them she gently applied her tongue and lips to Marianne's oh! so very beautiful crotch. The folds of her vulva, the labias minora and majora as she remembered them being named in her Biology classes, and, most of all, that little button, the clitoris. Although she'd never studied her own clitoris with nearly as much attention as she now could Marianne's, she was sure hers wasn't quite as perfect. How could anyone's...