Anna stretched gourmetly on the bed, stroked the sheets, and a familiar chill ran through her body. She stroked her nipples, which immediately rose.
She loved the scent of her gender, which excited her immensely. She could clearly feel her lap wet, her labia began to fill with blood, a large, glistening cunt appeared between them, and the entrance to the vagina came loose. Anna was ready! She sat on the bed against the large mirror and greedily watched her crotch. Then, infinitely slowly, as if to torture herself, she spread her labia even more with two fingers of her left hand and placed her thumb with the index finger of her right hand on it.