Her form delighted me. The curves, the bust, the lot.
I was loving it when she took her clothes off.
But then I saw what was “down there”, betwixt the thigh-tops. The “lips” were a straggly, ugly mess, their folds repulsive. The thought of fluids appearing there made it worse. And the arsehole was there too, millimetres away - yuck!
I pray to almighty God she doesn’t ask for oral!
In the event, we turned the lights down and I did it without looking down there too often. It was okay.
O why can’t the fanny,
Like a dimple,
Be smooth and round,
Plain and simple?
