The problem with pussies is that they are so damn mysterious. Even to Ash, who likes to think she knows her body well, her lower lips are an enigma.
The inner workings are perpetually encased not only by her thighs but by her lush outer lips and frilled inner ones. She cannot curl around enough to see it well and, while she knows the basic external anatomy, she is not an expert on the inner bits. At the height of her puberty, Ash’s vulva is ensconced in a cloak of curly hair, thickening the mystery into an impenetrable subject not approached by the faint of heart, and in this case, Ash is quite faint of heart.
Today she is determined to fix that. Never a devout feminist, Ash nevertheless feels as though she should be empowered in matters of her own anatomy. So she has stolen (‘borrowed’) one of her mother’s makeup mirrors from the bottom drawer under the sink in the bathroom and now she is stretched out in clear light from her ceiling lamp in the middle of the night, fully nude, the image of supple, lusty young sexuality, mirror between her spread legs, fingers probing towards some great secret inside her.
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