'The Brazilian'

Getting a Brazilian leaves me smooth and ready. The wax strips every stray hair until my pussy sits bare and warm. I spread my legs so you can see the clean line where skin meets slit. My fingers slide across the velvet surface, checking the job. When I press, the soft folds part. They glisten. A slow circle over my clit makes my breath catch. The brunette girl next to me watches, then slips her own hand between her thighs. She copies the motion, slower, harder. Across the room the blonde has already lost her top. Her free hand works a nipple while the other stays busy between her legs. Darker skin joins the rhythm. Fingers dip, withdraw, shine with heat. The three of us move in the same key, each chasing the same pulse, each slicker than before.