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pubic hair from another row of flesh, gradually expanding the shaven area.
Merci’s skin was so sensitive, the feeling of the blade moving across her so exquisite, the chance of painful mishap so high, that it was all that she could do to hold herself still and keep from trembling.
“You are so beautiful,” Chris told her as he rinsed the blade again, preparing to make yet another stroke.
The towel began to loosen around his waist as his erection pushed the cloth away from his body.
The sharp thin blade kissed her mons again, scraping even more of her flesh bald and clean.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me,” Merci whispered.
“I can’t wait to suck your clit off your bald pussy,” Chris responded.
He rinsed his tool and stroked her again as the towel slipped completely from his waist to hang from his erection in front of her.
Chris pulled it free and flung it to the floor. The eye of his hard dick looked straight up Merci’s body.
“I would love to slide inside of you right now and then try to finish this with my dick filling your flesh.”
At last Merci found the limit to what she would and would not allow Chris to try. “No!” she insisted, without any hint of compromise in her tone.
Chris rinsed off the blade. “Just fantasizing aloud,” he assured her.
He scraped her one more time, taking the final row of hair, and then made light touch up gestures to bring his work to perfection. Finished, he sat back to admire Merci. Her smooth brown skin glistened in front of him until her clitoris and labia rose out of her flesh to beckon his attention. “That’s just about perfect,” Chris told her. “You are perfect.”
Merci slipped her fingers down her body to explore her newly shaven flesh. The skin was so smooth, so tender, so excited by the caress of her finger tips.
Chris gently lifted Merci’s fingers away from her body and brought them to his lips. His tongue caressed the tip of each one in turn, sending shivers down Merci’s arm, through her breasts and into her newly shaved pussy. “Do you know what time it is? Chris asked her.
Her breath caught in Merci’s throat and her thighs began to tremble. All of the blood in her body seemed to rush down to her labia and clitoris.
Chris’ head dipped low until his lips hovered over her dark folds of swollen flesh. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can see your excitement beading on your lips.”
The tip of his tongue darted forth to gently taste Merci’s juices.
Her hips bucked in knee-jerk reaction to the contact.
“Oh my God,” Merci whispered.
Chris’ lips moved up her body, brushing against the shaved perfection of her mons . His tongue darted back out, scraping a wet path along her hairless flesh. A quiver radiated outward from the point of his touch.
Chris dropped his face lower, caressing her shaven flesh with his no longer smooth cheek, scraping the same channels the razor had just cleaned.
Merci’s heart beat too rapidly in her chest. Her breath wouldn’t come. She tried to crush Chris’ face between her thighs and buck her clit up into him, but his strong hands pushed her hips back down and his calloused thumbs reached out to stroke the clean sides of her pussy.
“I want you, Merci,” he whispered. His breath felt hot on her lips. His mouth hovered inches from where she wanted him to be.
“I want you,” he repeated, “and you’re mine!”
His mouth dropped hard, engulfing her aching clitoris and sucking it deep inside him—clamping her most sensitive flesh between his rough tongue and the firm roof of his mouth.
Then he started to use his teeth.
Chapter Eighteen
Chris
Merci’s response was everything Chris could have hoped for. Her hips gyrated so forcefully he had trouble staying on top of her. She twisted, she squirmed, she thrust, she screamed, and the more she exploded beneath him the harder he strove to suck another orgasm out of her.
He dropped his left
Merci’s skin was so sensitive, the feeling of the blade moving across her so exquisite, the chance of painful mishap so high, that it was all that she could do to hold herself still and keep from trembling.
“You are so beautiful,” Chris told her as he rinsed the blade again, preparing to make yet another stroke.
The towel began to loosen around his waist as his erection pushed the cloth away from his body.
The sharp thin blade kissed her mons again, scraping even more of her flesh bald and clean.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me,” Merci whispered.
“I can’t wait to suck your clit off your bald pussy,” Chris responded.
He rinsed his tool and stroked her again as the towel slipped completely from his waist to hang from his erection in front of her.
Chris pulled it free and flung it to the floor. The eye of his hard dick looked straight up Merci’s body.
“I would love to slide inside of you right now and then try to finish this with my dick filling your flesh.”
At last Merci found the limit to what she would and would not allow Chris to try. “No!” she insisted, without any hint of compromise in her tone.
Chris rinsed off the blade. “Just fantasizing aloud,” he assured her.
He scraped her one more time, taking the final row of hair, and then made light touch up gestures to bring his work to perfection. Finished, he sat back to admire Merci. Her smooth brown skin glistened in front of him until her clitoris and labia rose out of her flesh to beckon his attention. “That’s just about perfect,” Chris told her. “You are perfect.”
Merci slipped her fingers down her body to explore her newly shaven flesh. The skin was so smooth, so tender, so excited by the caress of her finger tips.
Chris gently lifted Merci’s fingers away from her body and brought them to his lips. His tongue caressed the tip of each one in turn, sending shivers down Merci’s arm, through her breasts and into her newly shaved pussy. “Do you know what time it is? Chris asked her.
Her breath caught in Merci’s throat and her thighs began to tremble. All of the blood in her body seemed to rush down to her labia and clitoris.
Chris’ head dipped low until his lips hovered over her dark folds of swollen flesh. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can see your excitement beading on your lips.”
The tip of his tongue darted forth to gently taste Merci’s juices.
Her hips bucked in knee-jerk reaction to the contact.
“Oh my God,” Merci whispered.
Chris’ lips moved up her body, brushing against the shaved perfection of her mons . His tongue darted back out, scraping a wet path along her hairless flesh. A quiver radiated outward from the point of his touch.
Chris dropped his face lower, caressing her shaven flesh with his no longer smooth cheek, scraping the same channels the razor had just cleaned.
Merci’s heart beat too rapidly in her chest. Her breath wouldn’t come. She tried to crush Chris’ face between her thighs and buck her clit up into him, but his strong hands pushed her hips back down and his calloused thumbs reached out to stroke the clean sides of her pussy.
“I want you, Merci,” he whispered. His breath felt hot on her lips. His mouth hovered inches from where she wanted him to be.
“I want you,” he repeated, “and you’re mine!”
His mouth dropped hard, engulfing her aching clitoris and sucking it deep inside him—clamping her most sensitive flesh between his rough tongue and the firm roof of his mouth.
Then he started to use his teeth.
Chapter Eighteen
Chris
Merci’s response was everything Chris could have hoped for. Her hips gyrated so forcefully he had trouble staying on top of her. She twisted, she squirmed, she thrust, she screamed, and the more she exploded beneath him the harder he strove to suck another orgasm out of her.
He dropped his left
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