The hairy goddess

Effie never started shaving—by the time the fad hit, she already had a full, soft bush she liked too much to lose. Rob gets off on that, calls her his hairy goddess and shows up at her place ready to bury his face in it. He grabs those heavy tits first, squeezes, sucks, then slides down until his tongue works through every thick strand until she’s soaked and swearing. When he finally pushes in, the strokes are deep and cocky; he’s loving every loud, wet sound their bodies make and the way her fur tickles his balls. He flips her, spreads her cheeks, and pounds until the finish—then jerks out and paints her open lips and fuzzy mound with thick white streaks, grinning like he just tamed something wild and came out on top.