Lazy Days
She stepped out of the shower. A slight smile tugging at her mouth. It was Sunday and there was nothing pressing she had to do. Well not exactly true, she could feel her body pulsing. She had gotten a little carried away when shaving. It felt so good. As she dried herself, she ran the towel over her freshly shaved mound and moaned slightly. She was so sensitive. It felt so good. She slipped her fingers into her cleft. Feeling the slick wetness between her lips. Her hips bucked slightly as she...