April Arikssen holds the back of her knees and pulls her legs tight against her chest then pulls them apart obscenely wide and there it is the jewel in the crown, the prize that every man desires to have to hold to conquer.

A soft curly down of fair hair covers her mound but leaves the delicate folds of her labia exposed to my touch and caress.

A small droplet of moisture is sitting at the entrance telling me April is ready for my attention.

My cock throbs in anticipation.

She looks at me, her face flushed with excitement and slight embarrassment at being in this open and wanton position, April mouths silently to me, "Please." I smile back at her and extend a hand in her direction.

My index finger moves deftly along her folds spreading her pungent juice across her soft skin. April Arikssen moans. Another finger joins the first sliding down either side of her entrance but not wanting to invade her most intimate area until she is totally ready to accept me.