“Jesus, Ind,” I choke out in admiration. “How are you real? You’re fucking stunning.” “Thank you,” she says softly. There’s a small patch of trimmed hair just above the cleft. Dark pinkish-purple folds gleam with her arousal. Her slit is tempting and teetering me on the edge of flat-out giving up years of practiced celibacy, solely to find out what it would feel like to have those lips slide over my cock.
