Page 63 of Tarek

“Keep very still,” I command. With precision, I slice from her mons pubis to her anus.

I sit back on my heels and gnaw at my lips, staring at the hardened wax piled on top of more wax.

“How the fuck did you do this?”

Switching the blade back into place, I slide it back into my pocket.

“Can you fix it yes, or no? I don’t have time to waste,” she grumbles.

Licking my thumb, I lean forward and peel the wax of her clit.

“Chill.”

She flinches “Ow.”

My thumb circles her clit slow, lazy teasing like I am not doing this on purpose. I grab my phone with my free hand, and being searching for answers.

“Reddit says I can use oil. But from the looks of it. That didn’t help,” I continue to scroll applying more pressure to her clit.

“Um, Tarek. What are you doing?” her voice trembles.

“Distracting you. Here they are saying use steam. But then your pussy would look like steam oysters,” I apply more pressure on her clit. “Good thing I love oysters, especially grilled with some cheese.”

“Ummhhmm. Tarek, seriously,” she groans, her fists clutch the sheets beside her.

Opening an article from the Oh Woman magazine gave me the answer.

“Apparently heat is the solution. It says you can use a yoni steamer. What the hell is a yoni steamer?” I glance up from my phone to see her hand on her face, catching the rise and fall of her chest.

“I…yeah I have one. You sit over the steam. You add herbs and fl-flowers to it,” she replies.

Without thinking I slip two fingers into her. I take pleasure in the way she gasps. Slowly I thrust my fingers into her, curling them as I exit. Her body clenches and pulls with each retreat. I remain unbothered.

“Oh shit,” she pulls her legs off of my shoulders, trying to squeeze them together.

I stop moving, keep scrolling. Casual.

“Why did you stop?” she asks, her voice sounds erratic.

“Put your legs back and open up,”

I wait. She obeys. Fuck I love it when she listens. She puts her legs back on my shoulder and her thigh fall open.

I slip my fingers back inside her, curling them slowly, letting her juices coat my hand.

“Okay. So, you have to sit on the steamer for ten minutes,”

My fingers move faster and deeper, my thumb is circling her little clit.

Her moans surround me; I swallow hard trying to stay focused.

“Then soak a clean washcloth in hot water and place it on the wax.” The sole of her feet begins to shake on my shoulders as I increase the speed of my fingers.

“Tarek, please.” Her butt rises off on her bed and her back arches.

I stop moving my hands, and slowly she lowers back to the bed.

“Good girl,” I purr. I reward her with my thumb applying pressure to her clit.

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