She pushes her hips forward until the soaked fabric almost touches my lips. I breathe in the sweet cunt aroma. I’m not sure if I’m expected to do or say something. Before I have time to make a decision, she hooks her thumbs behind the elastic band of her tights and starts to slowly pull them down. The first thing I notice is that she is not wearing underwear. As the elastic band crawls slowly south, a thick bush of curly black hair pops out from beneath it, tickling my nose and lips. The smell becomes stronger now. Below the bush, a patch of coarse shaven skin appears, then the thick fold of her shaven cunt. The outer lips are puffy and swollen. She looks a bit like a plucked chicken down there, right down to the fragile whiteness of the skin, which seems almost transparent. When the padded crotch of her tights peels off her cunt, a pair of thick brown inner cuntlips sag down in its wake, seemingly pulled by several strings of a slimy transparent substance that stretch between the cloth and the crease of her cunt. The slimy strings snap when the tights are pulled further down, swinging back and forth before they thin out and drip down. A particularly thick string swings so hard it lands across my lips, from where it slowly slides down over my chin until it drops to the floor.
