“I’m going to keep doing this”, I told her, continuing to run my finger softly between her lips. XXX My little girl, my darling princess was no more. I stared at Marci, herself gasping for air, while her hand was cupped just below her chin, as if ready to catch any of the pearly cum that dare escape her lips. I swear I could hear her softly cry as my fingertips rubbed up and down over the smooth satin material, with no sign of her pubic hair. She gasped as her hands gripped the waistband of my pants, and pulled them down, releasing my cock. I imagined how she had her pussy hair, if it was neatly trimmed, a strip or a triangle perhaps, or if she just shaved it all off.
