Then he let the brush spread the cream over her lady parts. She lifted her hips trying to escape the feel of the brushes spreading over her.
“Darling, I think you’re enjoying what Martin’s doing,” Jakob whispered in her ear.
“It feels good, but I’m also terrified he’s going to cut me.”
“Oh no, Martin would never harm you,” he told her.
In a couple of swipes, the hair was gone and she was bare.
Sitting up she gazed down. “It’s clean.”
“Yes, it is,” Jakob said. “Now for your reward.”
Martin put his lips on her shaven pussy and she tensed and then cried out.
“I’m going to come again,” she said.
Jakob chuckled. “Yes, you are.”
He held her, while in a matter of moments, Martin’s lips had her screaming out his name. Jakob watched as his friend slowly enticed Blanche. And he knew their wife had enjoyed her wedding night.