Moth To A Flame
I began at the top of her mound, where the hair was the thickest. With a steady hand, I applied the razor, moving it in long, gentle strokes down the centre, the blade cutting through the shaving cream and hair with ease.
"Hmmm!♡~ Slowly, Daddy!♡~"
The feel of the razor against her skin was initially a shock, the cool metal contrasting sharply with her warm flesh. I could see Bella's muscles tense slightly, but as the razor moved, leaving behind smooth skin, her tension seemed to melt into something more akin to anticipation.
Moving to the sides, I angled the razor to follow the natural curve of her body, the blade gliding along the contours of her outer labia. Here, the hair was finer but still required careful attention. Each stroke was deliberate, the razor barely touching her skin, the sound of it almost hypnotic.
"Ahhh!♡~ Shhh!♡~ I-It's so sharp!♡~"