It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. My darling and I were comfortably settled on the sofa when she asked if I could shave her pussy. I gladly agreed, as I had on previous occasions. She went upstairs to the bedroom while I fetched the supplies. When I entered the room, I saw her magnificent naked body, lying on her back, her pubic hair on full display, waiting for me to begin. I spread a towel under her buttocks and gently approached the garden of pleasure, which the gardener was about to mow. I delicately ran the razor first over her right groin, then over her left. Once the edges of the garden were smooth, I took care of the upper and lower edges. Once the contours were finished, I moved on to the most precise and delicate task of my undertaking: the center of the garden. So I began to run the razor along the edges of her labia, slowly, gently, and precisely. I ran the razor gently and meticulously, my excitement building, I knew that once the work was done it would be time for playtime and I could go play in the playground. But that didn't make me rush; quite the opposite, I remained patient and focused on my movements. I was almost finished, the playground was hairless. Well, almost. There was only the clitoris left to finish, which I did without delay. The pretty little pink clitoris was now completely hairless. I delicately wiped it with a cloth to remove all traces of my work. The orchard of all the senses lay before me. I would finally be able to pick its fruit. I began by kissing the inside of her thighs, starting at her knees and slowly moving up towards the edge of her lips. I traced the outline with the tip of my tongue, my hands caressing the insides of her thighs, which she kept wide open. She was offering herself to me. I wanted to take my time, so my tongue continued to explore all around her garden. Passing by her pubic mound, I moved down, past her groin and the edge of her lips to her buttock, then, moving to the other buttock, I moved back up to her little pink clitoris, which I kissed delicately but greedily. I lingered there, took it in my mouth, and caressed it with my tongue. I felt that the garden was beginning to water, so my eager mouth moved directly to the center of the garden, which, indeed, was very well watered. My mouth was between her lips, my tongue licking her vulva from bottom to top, I slipped my tongue inside,bending it upwards while moving up towards her clitoris.I repeated this playful little game, taking such pleasure in giving her these moments. After spending some time arousing her clitoris, I took my vibrator. I turned it on and placed it on her clitoris. The vibrations were continuous. I circled it, then paused for a moment on her clitoris, then started again, retracing my steps several times. I decided to change my approach. I made up-and-down movements with the toy, just as I had done with my tongue. Moving back down, I guided it inside her clitoris, made a few slow back-and-forth movements, and finally returned to her clitoris. I repeated this movement for a few minutes, while massaging one of her feet with my other hand. I could feel her tense with pleasure; her clitoris glistened with moisture. I took her hand and placed it on the toy, and while keeping my hand on hers, I guided her through the movements I had just shown her. After a few strokes, I released her hand and watched her pleasure herself. Meanwhile, I massaged her feet, knowing it added to her enjoyment. I continued to watch her; I'd always found her even more beautiful when she was in the throes of pleasure. Her cheeks flushed, her face radiating the delight she felt. Sometimes our eyes met, a knowing smile exchanged, then she closed them, as if lost in the pleasure. After a while, she paused, looked at me, and with a small, knowing smile, said, "Come on!" I understood she wanted me to take her. I complied. I moved up towards her, pausing for a moment on her magnificent breasts, but without lingering. And while kissing her, I took my penis in my hand to guide it, then I gently slid it inside. Gently, so she could feel my penis fully, its entire length, entering her completely. I began making slow, rhythmic movements, withdrawing and immediately reinserting my penis. This playful interplay lasted a few minutes. I hadn't forgotten that I hadn't heard her experience clitoral stimulation. But she wanted to feel my penis inside her, so I had to satisfy her. We both knew I would come back to this. But at that moment, I was focused on the intercourse we had begun. My movements were slow, deep, and complete. I wanted her to enjoy the full length of my penis. I could hear her breathing; the line between her breath and the onset of a moan was thin. I knew that if I continued, I would eventually hear that soft moan, so I continued. I had rarely felt so good inside a vagina... As if Mother Nature had fashioned our sexes for each other.Finally, I heard the first moans, and while maintaining the full range of my movements, I quickened their pace. Her moans were in time with my thrusts. She was magnificent, radiant with pleasure, surrendering herself to me, to pleasure. In those moments, there was nothing around, a void, or rather a barrier. As if time and the world ceased to exist, like a parenthesis that allowed us the freedom to express our desires, our pleasures, to be together sexually and spiritually, carefree, selfish. After a moment I couldn't quantify, since for us it was suspended, I withdrew my penis somewhat abruptly. This caused her to flinch and let out a sudden moan. And as we both knew, I had to finish the cunnilingus I had interrupted at her command. Cunnilingus can only be considered finished when the partner has orgasmed. So I returned to the scene of my future deed. Her vagina was soaked, and I licked it greedily, as if I were about to drink from the fountain of pleasure. I took her clitoris between my lips and began to suck it; it was already quite swollen, but I felt it swell even more. While sucking it, I teased it with the tip of my tongue, then I released it from my mouth to explore it with my tongue. While licking the clitoris with my full tongue, I moved back and forth over her bud, repeating the exercise. I felt her arch, her legs squeezing my head. With a final arch, she let out a moan of release; she had finally let out her orgasm. As usual, her hands, placed on my head, pushed me back, to let me know she was satisfied. After a brief moment of respite, undoubtedly to collect herself and regain some control, she said to me, "I'm going to take care of you." She rolled me onto my back and began one of her signature fellatio techniques. She possessed such skill in performing fellatio that it bordered on art, in my opinion. This art blended sensuality, eroticism, and pornography, in that order. The sensuality lay in the gentleness of her approach, the way she slowly and delicately took my penis in her mouth, lingering tenderly on the glans, sometimes with her lips, sometimes with her tongue, slowly moving down the length of my penis while continuing to play with her tongue, as if she were giving him a French kiss. The eroticism lay in the pleasure she felt in giving pleasure to another and, above all, in letting them know it, the little moans she emitted that betrayed it.The pornography, when she quickened her pace, thrusting my penis deep into her throat and then pulling back just as quickly until she released it from her mouth to start all over again, all while looking me in the eyes. It was often at this moment that she chose to caress my anus with her finger. She kissed me, our tongues intertwining. She knew that kissing me after fellatio excited me. At the same time, she gently massaged the entrance while lightly inserting her finger. From that moment, I knew that fellatio would soon give way to another game. As expected, she sat up, ending this little moment of pleasure she had just given me. She moved her left hand up from my thighs to m ...

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