In a room with soft light and warmth, she sits on the edge of the bed, her heart thumping nervously. He kneels before her, a gentle smile on his face as he takes the trimmer and the razor from a nearby table. He spreads her legs, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With slow, deliberate strokes, he runs the trimmer over her mound, the sound of its buzzing filling the room. She watches him, her breath caught in her throat. Once he's finished, he takes the razor and applies shaving foam on it. He runs the cool blade over her smooth skinand her skin is smooth and free of hair, he looks up at her, a look of pride and adoration on his face. She gasps, overwhelmed by this small act of love and tenderness. She leans forward, pulling him into a tender kiss that lingers longer than expected.
