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“Yes.Any objections?”

Laney kept her pussy hair neatly trimmed, making sure to never shave it so short that the hair caught on her underwear.In the summer she also waxed her upper inner thighs for bathing suit season.

But she didn’t shave her pussy.Showers already felt like work without adding the need to carefully shave her labia.

“No, Sir.”

“Good.Your list said willing to try.”

She might not want to shave herself, but the idea of Peter carefully shaving her pussy was all kinds of sexy.

He removed the hot towel, then painted her labia and mound with thick, soft foam.With her legs spread, her labia were also parted, and when he bent close to check, she felt his breath against her clit.

“You’re going to be a good girl and hold very still.”

Strangely, she wasn’t nervous as he dipped an expensive looking safety razor into the bowl of water and then bent to her sex.

Peter’s thumb pulled her skin taut as he ran the razor over her mound.It was unexpectedly erotic.Not just the fact that he was doing such an intimate thing to her, but the actual feeling of the razor gliding over her skin.He swiped, swirled the razor in the bowl of water, and swiped again.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What would you have done if I’d already shaved my pussy?”

“Left that item for one of the others.”He pinched her labia, pulling it towards the center so he could glide the razor over that skin.

He adjusted the position of his hand, knuckles brushing against her clit.Laney jerked, pleasure spiking inside her.

“I told you to stay still,” he admonished.

“You touched my clit!”

“I’m holding a razor, and don’t want to damage this very pretty pussy.”

“I don’t want that either,” she said in exasperation.“But I’m really, really turned on.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m done.”He used the damp towel to wipe away the little streaks of shaving cream.“Remember how I said I was going to inspect something with my tongue?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Time to check for spots I missed.”Peter’s tongue ran up one side of her pussy, licking her labia from bottom to top.He sucked the plump flesh of her mound, biting a little, before licking her other pussy lip with a second long, lazy lick.

“Please, Master, please,” she whimpered.“I need you.”

She wasn’t entirely sure, because she was breathing so loud it was almost all she could hear, but Laney thought Peter said, “I need you, too.”

Then his lips closed over her clit.He sucked gently then licked her with long, smooth strokes.No hard flicks or hint of teeth.Only relentless, wet, warm pleasure as his tongue caressed her clit over and over again.

Sometimes, Laney didn’t like having her pussy licked, because she worried about it taking too long.The worrying made it take longer, turning it into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Tonight, with Peter, she wasn’t worried about it.She knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that he would have licked her as long as she needed.

But there was no need.Her scalp tingled and her toes curled in pleasure, every inch of skin and cord of muscle in her body tuned to the soft strokes of his tongue.

And when she came, screaming in pleasure, the bondage the only thing keeping her from flying apart, he pressed his lips to her clit, kissing her gently as fireworks of white and gold burst behind her eyelids.The orgasm was so intense that when she finally opened her eyes, she had to blink away tears.

Peter lifted his head, licking his lower lip which was wet and glossy.

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