My pubic hair uprooted, Brazilian style
Rip. Gasping in pain. Riiiip. Owwwww. The hair removal consultant in bleached white coat paused to gather more hot wax. I heaved in relief and tried recomposing myself. The hair removal consultant returned, and like Pavlovís dog, I automatically gripped the sides of the massage bed, clenching my teeth and bracing myself for another onslaught on my womanhood. That hair removal bitch!
There I was, in a downtown KL salon, lying on back, stark-naked from waist down, pillow propped under my pelvis, legs spread-eagle, fully exposed to the blasting air-conditioning, with the hair removal consultant having a birdís eye-view of my nether region. Alright, itís a Brazilian wax session, for crying out loud, so that explains my compromising position!
Hair removal consultant seemed so compose and nonchalant as she progressed to tweezers to pluck out those remaining hair from my privates and anus. At times, I sympathize with them for having to perform this Brazilian thingy. They must be sick and immune to the thousands of vaginas that come in all shapes, sizes and scents.
I canít live without a Brazilian these days. The smoothness and sexiness and sensuality that come with it are worth all the ripping agony. My dates were all blown away and their mouths drooled and their eyes bugged out. And their hard-on for me became extraordinarily stiff. Iím drooling now. My current lover delights in running his fingers inside my panties, feeling that silky labia before titillating the living daylights out of me.
Letís do a little poll here. Girls, are you into Brazilian wax? And why? And guys, what do you think of your girlfriends or wives or mistresses doing the Brazilian? Do you get harder looking at smooth lips? *Cuddles*
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