Beneath the last garment — the cotton, the white, the simple underwear — that she pulled down. The fabric fell. Her pussy — bare, hairless, the slit tight and closed — was exposed. The lips — thin, the inner flesh hidden — were closed. The clit — tiny, barely visible — was there. The opening — small, narrow, the entrance barely visible — was there.
She climbed.
Onto the bed. Onto him. Her legs — the thin legs — went on either side. She straddled. His cock — the twelve-inch, dark, hard cock — was beneath her. The head — the swollen, wet head — was against her pussy. Against the closed slit.
She spread.
Her fingers — two fingers, the small, pale fingers — went to her pussy. She parted. The lips — thin, tight — opened. The inner flesh — pink, wet, the arousal beginning despite her resistance — was visible. The opening — small, narrow — was there.
She trembled.
