Should It Stay Or Should It Go

Britney Amber's eyes go wide in the gym shower. Every other pussy is smooth as glass. She stares down at her own thick bush and wonders if she's rocking too much hair. Britney grabs a hand mirror, spreads wide, and checks out the mess she's been keeping under wraps. "Fuck, maybe it's too much," she mutters. Then Alex Jett storms through the door like a horny caveman on a mission. "Hair on that pretty little snatch is sexy as hell," he growls, dropping to his knees. His cock springs up, thick and rock-hard, and he slaps it right on her furry mound. He drags the fat head through her curls like he's petting it, pushing the tip in and out of the soft tangle so the precum glistens on every strand. Britney gasps. Her thighs tremble as he teases her with it—back and forth, the fat mushroom head bumping her swollen clit through the wet curls. She's soaked. Literally dripping. Every slow slide over her furburger makes a sticky little sound, and she can't stop watching, can't stop moaning like a slut who just remembered how good fur feels on a cock. Finally he pulls back, lines up, and sinks that bare cock straight into her tight, sticky hole. He fucks her hard and deep while her bush brushes his stomach with every thrust, and when he's ready he yanks out and sprays thick ropes of cum all over her matted pussy hair, soaking the garden until it's shiny, slick, and dripping down her slit.