09-07-2025, 02:46 AM
Worshiping the Beauty of Her Womanhood
His gaze lingered on the delicate lace edge of her panties
tracing its path down the curve of her thigh before settling finally upon the damp velvet expanse beneath.
It was an invitation
An unspoken plea that mirrored his own desire with a raw honesty he’d rarely encountered.
He needed to touch her there
Explore every inch of that hidden garden revealed beneath the thin veil of fabric.
With a tenderness born from wanting to preserve this moment forever
He reached down and gently untied the silken knot at the front of her panties and pulled them down
Watching as they slipped away to pool around her ankles.
He knelt, lowering himself until he could see the entirety of her wet pussy
The rose-petal softness against which his fingers itched to press
The gentle swelling that promised a depth he craved to explore.
The scent that greeted him then was intoxicating
Wet, Warm, Sweet, and Utterly Feminine.
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His gaze lingered on the delicate lace edge of her panties
tracing its path down the curve of her thigh before settling finally upon the damp velvet expanse beneath.
It was an invitation
An unspoken plea that mirrored his own desire with a raw honesty he’d rarely encountered.
He needed to touch her there
Explore every inch of that hidden garden revealed beneath the thin veil of fabric.
With a tenderness born from wanting to preserve this moment forever
He reached down and gently untied the silken knot at the front of her panties and pulled them down
Watching as they slipped away to pool around her ankles.
He knelt, lowering himself until he could see the entirety of her wet pussy
The rose-petal softness against which his fingers itched to press
The gentle swelling that promised a depth he craved to explore.
The scent that greeted him then was intoxicating
Wet, Warm, Sweet, and Utterly Feminine.
- o -
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