“Oh,” she cried. “It feels so full.”
“Just like you’ll feel when we take you back there,” Anthony said.
“Are you ready to get out?” Wesley asked, helping her down into the water.
“Yes, I’m clean and the water is starting to get cold,” she said.
They helped her to stand and then Anthony took a bath sheet and rubbed her body dry, his fingers stopping to touch her nipples, her clit, and any other place that he thought would bring her pleasure.
She smiled at him. “Aren’t you hungry?”
He grinned. “Yes, for you.”
“If you’ll dry me off, I’ll fix us breakfast,” she said, her breathing becoming labored as his fingers slid across her folds.
“Not quite yet. There’s more,” he said.
Anthony helped her out of the tub while Wesley prepared the lather. She glanced over her shoulder at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing the shaving kit,” he told her. “We’re going to shave you.”
“What? Why are you going to shave me? Women don’t shave, only men.”
“To make your pussy bare,” Anthony said as he led Pearl to the bed.
Gently he pushed her back, letting her feet dangle above the floor. He spread her legs, his fingers trailing over her folds. “So we can get to this better. So I can eat your pussy better.”
Her eyes widened.
She watched as Wesley approached with the lather and the razor.
“Be careful,” she said.
“Always, darling, always,” he said as he dipped the brush into the lather.
Anthony pulled her legs back and spread her wide.
Wesley let the brush trail over her clit, lower and lower, all the way to her back entrance. Then he took the razor and slowly slid it over her pussy.
Anthony held her open as Wesley ran the razor over each lip, removing the hair. Then he gently removed any remaining lather with a towel. She was clean shaven.
Her eyes were glazed and he knew she was aroused from the bath and the shaving brush.
She glanced down at her pussy and gazed at it. Her lips were red and swollen from the sex they’d had the night before.
Wesley swiped his finger across the lips now visible. “Darling, that’s a beautiful pussy you have there.”
His fingers lingered on her clit, teasing, playing, and rushing her toward the climax. “Wesley, stop.”
His hand slapped her ass. “Never tell me to stop.”
“But I’m going to come.”
Smack!
A moan escaped from her lips.