Que Es La Labia De La Mujer Novels & Stories

She is a natural blond and her lightly trimmed, blond bush is a point of pride. By now, Lisa is also naked. With her light brown skin, dancer’s shape, and deep brown eyes, I am enthralled. However, it is her unique pussy that I find most arousing. Her labia and her clitoris look like it is designed specifically for sex, extending almost an inch out beyond her vagina. It reminds me of a human Venus Fly Trap. I undress for my shower, as eight prurient eyes study my every move. When I remove my briefs, the girls express a combination of catcalls and whistles.

I didn’t care, the hair was long and fine textured and it felt good as I kissed across and down her mound of Venus. When I came to between her legs I paused to take my first good look at woman’s genitals. Here the information from Sex Ed class was actually of some use. I did know the technical names of the various parts of a woman’s anatomy. Because of her age a bit of Joan’s labia minora were peeking out in what I would later to learn to a call a ‘butterfly.’ I thought it was a beautiful sight. Again I kissed up and down the length of her womanhood. The tastes and scents were driving me crazy. The pot was about to boil over, to continue my metaphor.

Shaved naked she felt silky and tender. Between her firm, big labia, the little оnes blinked. I brushed my tоngue оver them big and kissed a few inсhes aсrоss the inside оf her thighs. I hiked оver the оther leg again and let my tоngue сirсle between large and small lips. Bianka sсreeсhed with delight. When I parted the small labia with my tоngue and reaсhed the сlitоris, Bianka explоded and a small splash оf her landed оn my faсe.

“We’ll both taste her. Together.” The idea was electric. Double cunnilingus. Mira’s heart hammered against her ribs. Tessa grinned, wild and eager, her hands coming to rest on both their heads. “Fuck yes. Two mouths on my pussy. I’ve been dreaming about this.” Mira looked at Tessa’s vulva, fully exposed now. Her blonde pubic hair was a neat, damp triangle, the curls clinging to her skin. Her labia were full and meaty, a deep pink color, parted like the petals of a heavy flower. Her clitoris was prominent, a stiff, dark pink button pushing out from its hood. The soap and water made everything glisten.

She had never had the confidence or the desire to do that to Sam. The mirror-woman parted her legs and opened the lips of her sex with two fingers, exerting an upwards pressure so that her clitoris stood proud of the surrounding folds. At the expression on the man’s face, Josie felt a tingle go right through her. The reddish hair on the woman’s vulva glistened in the lamp-light. Her held-open labia looked swollen as if pouting and the man had a clear view of the moist inner’ flesh. Around the woman’s vagina the flesh was a deeper red.

I could smell her musk mixed with her perfume, taste her lightly salty skin seasoned with perspiration. I moved lower to her belly, kissing her navel and slipping my tongue into her belly button making her moan softly from my touch. As I approached her red bush I thought to myself how it interesting it smells, the hairs capturing her feminine scent, the scent of a woman. "Why would any woman shave this away?" I thought to myself. I kissed and nibbled at her labia, then licking up her slit feeling the moisture that was building between her lips. I scooped it up with my tongue and savoured it. Again licking from the bottom up to her clit, scooping as much as I could onto my tongue.

she mused, running her hands over her crazy-hot body, a body she could only see as plain. She zoned in on the reflection of her crotch as the clean-shaven mound gave to press of her fingers. Nice and chubby, she noted, before her digits traced the length of her hairless labia. They were a small, chunky pair of lips, looking nothing like her mother's tired folds, which she was grateful for. She brushed a finger across the hooded nub, having no particular opinion about it. Just a small bell clapper.

How could I say no to that? I move further down, spreading her legs with ease with the help of my hands before hovering over her wetness. What a sweet scent... She is beautiful too. Her labia are a dark pink, reddish color and swollen with arousal, her outer lips prominent and hanging outside like a delicious flower waiting for me. I lick my lips before parting her engorged lips with my thumb while holding eye contact.

"You should, you definitely are." Her face lights up so brightly and she starts grabbing viles and tiny containers, even a few brush like things. She dusts powders over my face, and I giggle. The silky brushes feel so nice and relaxing. She grabs shades of pink and of ashen browns and gets to work on my cheeks, forehead and even my brows. She grabs a vile of muted rose liquid and brushes my lips. The stuff smells amazing. I touch my tongue to it to sample. "That's why I chose stain! It won't budge in the event you touch or or try to eat it, you little fruit cake."

She looked at herself in the mirror again and saw the one thing she had trouble with on her body, her labia. The other girls had ridiculed her in school over the size and length of her lips. Even before puberty, they had been large. Her clit grew when she hit puberty, but her lips had grown even more. They were easily two inches long when she wasn't aroused. When she was, they plumped up and grew another inch. Her clitoris was the size of her index finger, from the first knuckle to the tip. The fleshy hood that covered it made it look even bigger.