I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It #07 - Hairy Edition

Avi sat on the edge of the bed, razor in hand, fury snapping through her like a live wire. Everything that mattered to him had to go. She parted her thighs and pressed cold steel to her full, heavy bush, ready to strip it bare in one savage stroke. The bathroom door flew open. Saya burst in barefoot, eyes wide, and snatched the razor away. “Don’t,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Girls like us have to stick together.” Avi opened her mouth to argue, but Saya dropped between her knees, warm breath ghosting over the thick, dark curls. A second later her tongue was buried in that soft, musky forest, licking deep and greedy. Saliva and slick mixed with the faint cedar scent of Avi’s body wash. Avi’s hand flew to the back of Saya’s head, hips lifting into the hungry mouth. She felt every stroke, every slow circle around her swollen clit before it slipped back inside those thick, wet lips. The trim above Saya’s own pussy peeked above her waistband, a soft black triangle begging to be pressed against Avi’s fuller one. They shifted to the floor. Naked now, bodies tangled, Avi’s heavy, untamed mound slid against Saya’s trimmed patch with a velvet rasp. They rocked, slick lips parting, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. Saya’s fingers slid through Avi’s curls, then plunged in, two at a time, while her tongue circled Avi’s aching clit with relentless precision. Avi came hard, thighs clamping around Saya’s ears, voice breaking on a moan. As the tremors faded, Saya crawled up, kissing her deep so Avi could taste her own cunt on that clever tongue. The razor lay forgotten on the tile while they lost themselves in each other, hairy and perfect and gloriously untouched.