You soap your crotch, barely restraining yourself from fingering your pussy, strumming your big clit. You shave across the top of your hairy, black bush. You spread your legs wide, squat down a bit and slide the razor up one side of your pudenda. You ease the razor over the other side being sure to make both sides match.
You get the hand mirror and take a look. Now you have an inverted V. There is a gap at the top. Your treasure trail that starts at your navel is separated from the mass of your bush. That's not so good, you think, but all this hair on the outside and front of my outer lips is still there.
Carefully you pull a lip toward the other side of your love box and clean off those hairs with the razor. You do the same with the other side. You squeeze the lips together with the index and middle finger of your free hand, and very carefully shave the hairs at the front of your outer labia.
"Ah, better," you say to yourself but out loud. After all you are in the privacy of your own shower in your own home. Mother is probably still in bed, still drunk, fucked out from the three guys she brought home with her last night, you think. Your only sibling - horny, older brother - must have left for work already.
"Umnh," you huff, "I've messed this up some already."
You decide to stop, maybe work on shaving your pussy more later - this afternoon when I get home from the community college, tonight, tomorrow, another day. I'd sure like to show it to Raoul you think. A human anatomy professor ought to know how a woman's pussy should look. Besides I sure want him to fuck me. He is so hot.
Thinking of Raoul, you slide a finger between your pussy lips. They are wet but more than that slick with your own juices. You crook your fingertip, curling it past your inner lips into your hole. The base of your finger is in contact with the nub of your now unhooded clit. Clutching a tit in your other hand, you continue to masturbate.
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