A Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection
"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here."
I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good."
"I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet."
"Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts."
"Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"