Shaving fun

She steps out of the shower and sits on the edge of the tub, legs parted, razor already in hand. The blonde teen pulls the lace of her black lingerie aside and runs the blade in slow, careful strokes until every pale strip of skin is smooth. When the last trace of cream is wiped away she pours a thin ribbon of oil across her mound and works it in with the flat of her palm, pressing the warm liquid into every newly bare inch. Her fingertips drift lower, parting the soft lips she has just trimmed. She circles her clit, quickens the motion, and the soft gasp that slips out is the only sound in the room. She keeps rubbing, two fingers sliding deeper, hips lifting from the cool porcelain, until the tension in her belly breaks and her thighs tremble. She stays there a moment longer, breathing through the aftershocks, before letting the oil-slick hand rest against her freshly shaved skin.