Song Tian sprawled between Li Shuangyu's legs, his hands gently caressing those smooth, exquisite limbs, drawing very close to admire the thick tuft of hair and the beautiful crease, as well as the entrance.
Li Shuangyu's bush was thick, with even the sides of her rosy slit sporting sparsely scattered short hairs, with a slight fuzz around the entrance.
Her forest was dense, yet nowhere near as luxuriant as that of the village girl Lu Xiaojie he had bedded; her bush was seriously thick, covering the entire area, requiring him to part the hairs to find her slit and entry.
Song Tian reached out, gradually combing the hairs to the sides, leaving the tender flesh glistening with moisture.