Prominent and raised pussy mound
I met a girl on holiday whilst wearing my kilt. She asked the question so I showed her I had nothing under the kilt. Then she lifted her dress to show she had no panties on. She showed a lovely flat shaved pussy.
Two days later she saw some body painting I had done and asked me to paint her - as a mermaid. This time her pussy was swollen and well rounded.
Hi Quoka,
I was always greatly turned on by a raised and waxed pussy mound because it meant that this gal's vagina as sexually arrousing as can be imagined is at the same time much more hyjeinic for cunnilingus that for me at least had the feel of a sacrament of sorts and was an act of surrender to the superior authority of the feminine.
I never went down and ate out a lady for my own benefit. I did it solely for her and her alone and as a result of that I definitely saw no need for her to reciprocate as they say because that is not what cunnilingus was ever about and I could always jerk myself off with my free hand while servicing the woman whose body and natural superiority in all things (most especially all things sexual) I was honoring.
There was one time years ago that I broke that rule with one of the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen who lived three houses down on the same street I lived on. She wanted to do that horrid 69 thing because at that time when I was young, super-fit and purdy, she had the hots for me as well so it was truly a mutual sexual attraction between the two of us. I layed on my back and LeAnne mounted me with her long legs that I reached up and wrapped my arms around her hips and just began licking and kissing deep into her vagina by spreading her labia which gave me great access to her well form clitoris. Her boyfriend was the most notorious and dangerous hoodlem in the city of Philadelphia but I wasn't exactly Mr. Goody Two Shoes myself. Having contacts with "Made" guys and all the top city officials , political people, above all else business people the fear factor in me was rather small compared to the fear factor in the other guy as soon as he found out who I was and what I was about.I didn't on any occassion need to call the police because I was the police! I have no doubt that that magot pile she was forced by her paramour's evil ways to co-habitate with would have wanted to kill me any way he could but that just meant in my own violent mind that I would do him first. I'd shoot him on the toilet and bury him in his own shit if I had to.
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