He saw her pussy, up close, bare and real. His eyes fixed on it, the sight pulling him in like a magnet.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her outer lips were full, smooth, glistening with wetness like morning dew shining on soft petals.
They parted gently, showing the tender pink folds inside, swollen and slick, shining in the light.
A small patch of dark curls framed her neatly, damp and clinging from her arousal.
At the top her clit peeked out, swollen and hard, a tiny pearl begging for touch. A clear bead of her slick rolled down slowly, thick like honey.
The scent hit him full now, musky, sweet, heavy in the air, flooding his nose and mouth with hunger.
It wasn't fake or posed like in pictures; it was real, alive, vulnerable, the most private part of her now bare before him, his cousin.
Zayela's cheeks were hot, her hands twitching like she wanted to cover herself but didn't.
