downy vulva

The eyelids began to droop as the singing soon goes sloppy and the games grow tense. Sitting alone, she lifted her knee, exposing her downy vulva to my view with a quick giggle and a blush expressing excitement rather than shame, drawing me forward privately oblivious to the noise bustle and clatter of a bar approaching closing time.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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