My pussy was his next play zone, across his large desk. The smooth polished surface of the wood was stunning and magnificent: but incomparable to my exposed shaved girly bits. Yeah, I had a pussy to die for. Shapely intriguing uneven lips, no slit symmetry, no butterfly shape; just a big lip, a small lip, and a popper of a clit. The sort of delicate impelling flesh guys don’t usually get to see; so unique: so, me and loaded with my womanly scent, a musky perfume released on cue for him