Page 66 of Her Older Sheikh

God.

It's my first time to hear him say that word, and the sheer filthiness of it is just...it's just very much likehim.

How is it that everything about this stranger threatens and seduces me at the same time?

"Are you looking at your pussy now?"

My gaze strays down as commanded.

"Y-Yes."

"Will you describe to me how it looks like?"

The question alone makes my body tighten, and that includes said pussy, which I have no idea how to describe.

"I d-don't think I can..."

"I'm not giving you a choice, Temptation."

His tone has become even gentler, but it's also this that makes me shiver.

"Describe it to me, please."

Oh God.

I bite my lip as my gaze drifts over my womanhood.

"If you need a little help..."

"Yes," I say quickly.

"Then start with the color of your flesh."

"P-pale. And pink."

A moment passes.

"And your labia majoria?"

"M-My w-what?"

"The outer folds of your pussy," Dr. Somebody explains in the same clinical voice. "How are they?"

"They're...wet."

"How wet?"

"Um..."

"Is it wet enough to make your flesh glisten?"

Oh. God. Yes.

I'm not even aware that I've whimpered the words out until I hear him ask, "Are you alright, Temptation? You sound rather...distraught."

I nearly laugh.

Distraught?

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