WITH HER ANXIETY GONE

Mallory shimmies her blue lace bikini panties down her lovely meat stems stepping out of them instantly covering her nude clean shaven pussy. "Remove your hands and spread your vaginal lips please, I have to examine your beaver Mallory", she does and Robert inserts his three fingers vertically in the soft pink folds moving them up and down.

Mallory's breathing increases getting raspy as she pants sensually, "pink....soft...moist, good texture" pulling his fingers out, "clear, milky white, and smells sweet...tastes like honey, jasmine, and brown sugar" licking her juices off his extremities making a note.

"I'm giving you a rating of 9.3 Mallory", "9.3....why"? "I'm partial to women who have a small, neat rectangle of hair in the front...a landing strip".