She came again and couldn’t stop cumming. wasn’t it? xxx18 It was her sense of herself and she was a bit of a tease she admitted, smiling at her own playful nature…just thinking of sexy things made her shaved cooze vibrate and pulse…and she could feel herself getting slick when she walked, sat or crossed her legs…or opened them…the coolness.. As she walked out on the church patio in the warm morning she felt a familiar coolness and paused to reflect on her experience in the church and the icon. She loved the different slang terms for her vagina…her female slit…each term applauding its importance…her “object of desire”…let them guess and admire what she did show and let them dream of her hidden charms…the beauty and lure of her hairless, often wet, cuntal slit…the object
