I woke up, and my pussy was throbbing. I didn’t have to use my fingers to feel my own wetness. I rolled over, and he was gone. He always woke up earlier than me, and he must have been in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee.
I didn’t want my pussy eaten. I needed my pussy eaten.
But it was that time of month, and it would be a long shot. I got out of bed and turned on the shower. This would be my only chance. There’s nothing he like more than a clean pussy, and even though I shaved a week ago, I thought that I should shave it again. Incentives, you know?
So I finished my business, threw on a robe and walked out to the kitchen. He looked up from his phone, and I just raised my eyebrow. He knew what that meant. He smiled and followed me back to bed.
As we kissed, he grabbed my ass with both hands and began to squeeze. I lifted one of his hands from my cheek and moved it to my freshly shaved mound. He let out a slight moan as his fingers danced around my smoothness.