"Ooooh! This feels so good!" she cooed. She wasn't entirely putting it all on for Bertrand, either. Under her fingertips, the lips of her vagina were growing hot and spongy, swelling, puckering, and between them was a heavy moisture, a delicious slickness.
"Show me," he said, his voice a mere whisper, a ragged, pleading whisper.
Joselyn did just that. She didn't play coy and slowly unveil herself to him, but rather, she wrenched the sticky wet band out of the way, letting him see everything she had.
"Uhh!" he groaned, peering down at the hot pink flesh, the shining, well-lubricated flesh of her pussy.
She was wet and then some. Every hair on her mound was plastered down by her love juices, the fat, pouting lips of her vagina bathed in them. She touched those sticky petals with a fingertip, pushing them even further apart, showing him the very mouth of her cunt and the darker, hotter pink meat beyond.
"Wow!" Bertrand moaned miserably, chewing on the edges of his mustache, biting his lips. He was sitting on the very edge of his chair, as close to being off of it as he could get, as close to that inflamed little cunt as he could get.
Joselyn peeled back her labia, folding them over on themselves so that the entire length of her pussy hung wide open, glistening pink lips pouting, taunting from between her legs.
"Ohhh, I want it so bad!" he whined. "You're driving me crazy!"
She could see that. She could see the trickle of pearly cum oozing from his cockhead, running down over his thigh. She was driving him crazy, all right, but not crazy enough. He was still sitting there, frozen in place by her command.