Remembering Charlotte’s cunt

Taste: Sweet. Salty. Musky. Delicious.

Touch: Wet!!!! Slippery. Inviting.

Smell: Distinctive. Powerful (in a good way). Enticing. Irresistible.

Sound: slosh slosh slosh

Sight: Waxed. To my dismay. Pretty. To my delight.

The thing about Charlotte‘s pussy is that this approach to describing it misses its fundamental appeal: responsiveness. There simply do not exist words to describe how, when my tongue presses against her clit, when my fingers slide into her, her whole body responds.

And that, dear readers, is where the action is.

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