“Now, a VCH — that’s vertical clitoral hood –usually provides the best results, because you get direct stimulation of the clitoris, but…”
I readjusted myself carefully on the chair and smiled at Daniel before whistling loudly. That evening, he was masterful. I caught a glimpse of nipples looking fit to tear through the filmy fabric covering them and felt Jenny’s heart racing beneath her skin, and then I was licking my way lower. I hadn’t been in a position to see before, but the darkness of the denim suggested Jenny wouldn’t have a problem wetting her finger, and the hair, with her intimate secretions. Estelle called it a triangle, but it was as round as the other (although she’d suggested a curved barbell, which I’d refused). I wasn’t really happy with that waitressing job anyway, and you helped me square everything with Darryl so it’s better than before.” She gave me a quick look before returning her attention to the road. She was an attractive girl, only a year younger than I — I’d seen her license —
