It started as a soft morning ritual. I stood in front of the mirror, legs parted, warm water dripping down my thighs… razor in hand, taking my time. Every slow stroke revealing more of my smooth, aching skin. But then something shifted. The touch lingered. The breath quickened. And I couldn’t help myself. I let my fingers wander. Exploring. Teasing. Wanting. Moaning. All of it – raw, wet, unfiltered – just for your eyes. This isn’t just shaving… it’s seduction, start to finish.