.. and what woman doesn't like the idea of having a blade slide against her man's prized possessions? Especially when she is in control of it. Lol. I...'s just plain fun... and sexy. I'm all professional while handling his jewels. My problem is that I can't keep my hands or my mouth off him once we're almost done.I've found the most efficient way to shave his junk is as follows:1) A bucket of very hot water.2) Prepare your work area with ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼a. A brand new razor or blade. EVERYTIME My. I rubbed my finger all over her pussy playing with her clitoris. Slowly I kissed her on her pussy licking with small flicks of my tongue. She was holding me by my hair and thrusting her hips towards me. As my tongue played with her I inserted a finger again into her pussy she couldn’t stop herself and she let out a huge moan and her whole body shivered as she came. I kept probing my tongue into her pussy lapping like a thirsty dog at her cum juice.She begged me to stop. I got up and looked down. David was average in so many ways. He was five-foot ten and about one-hundred and seventy pounds. His build was nowhere near chiseled, nor was he a slug. I'd say he was average in his exercise habits, average in his wardrobe, and average looking. There was almost nothing to call him out in a crowd, which meant I could fly under the radar for as long as necessary - or until the universe chooses otherwise.David was properly equipped, however, and some lucky women were missing out on something. "Wear a helmet," he answers, saving me for the second time. "You're a lucky girl."My mouth might as well be full of Krazy Glue. Since when is it so difficult to offer a simple thank you? But what can I say that would repay such a considerate gesture? One of the other men calls him over, and it's too late. With an easygoing wave, Zander/Adonis hurries toward the next project, taking the dream with him.I walk the bike through a lethargic mist, sneaking over-the-shoulder glances, but duty has.