This is her v****a, the site of her still concealed genitalia, the most holy and sacred spot on the female body. How can I be worthy of being allowed this surpassingly heavenly vision? But then that truly incomparable goddess does something utterly perplexing, which first whets an even keener edge onto my frenzied excitement. Before my hammering heart can either explode or seize up within me though confusion at least temporarily macerates this.
Mistress Dara picks up a strange curved object, apparently of hard black silicone. She spreads her legs a bit.
Each thigh is three times the thickness of mine but all smooth, firm, and beautifully unblemished flesh. Reaching between these she uses two fingers to coax open that slit, revealing a flash of breathtaking pink. Sliding one end of that
