She wanted too but knew it would break the spell of the moment. Indian sex She could hear the quiet chopping sound the scissors made as they sliced through each strand. Soon she could no longer see her skin under the dark patch and felt a pride in knowing she was a woman. The finger traveled down Lori’s leg and tenderly raised a knee and spread her legs even more. The evening had been the first time she had shared her bushy mound with another and now it was going to be gone. Lori fought the urge to reach down and touch herself. Suddenly the fingers touch was replaced with another sensation, slightly warm and smooth. It spread across her skin and penetrated her, mixing with her own juices that flowed from within. She felt the blade change and begin its work inside her thighs. She felt her lovers tongue move across her and lap at her lips. She knew there wasn’t any logic to it. As she laid there, she closed her eyes and remembered the joyful feeling of running her fingers through the wet, soapy strands.
