he was using his thumbs to brush lightly over the softness of my vulva, using them to spread me apart so that he could look inside. His nostrils flared, and his jaw was rigid. He almost looked furious: dilated eyes and the parted, hungry lips. “It’s a very good thing I didn’t see this until now,” he told me, not taking his eyes off my pussy. “A good thing for both of us.”
