"I remember doing that for Valentine's Day." Some just take all the hair off," Crystal said. "That's usually the simplest." 5 o'clock shadow!" two gir...s said. "I itched something fierce down there!" Worse than after my first baby when they shaved me," another said. "The thing is you don't dare scratch it, but when you're at your desk you can." The general consensus," Kayla concluded, "is either trim it way back, or remove it completely. Your choice." She laughed. "Around here that's actually a. ?No! Don’t—?He pinches my nipple, hard. ?Bitch, didn’t you say you were mine?? He has temporarily paused in fucking me and my attention is divided between this dialogue and my extremely sensitive, pulsing, aching, pussy in its post-multiple-orgasm state. I am desperately holding onto his wrist with both my hands even as he tortures my breasts. There is a pause. Finally, even as I can’t help but grind on his cock a little, I mutter, ?Yes, I said that.??Said what???I’m yours.??Then ask me.?He. Then I moved up again, kissing the inside of her thigh moving closer to her pussy until I could smell her musky sent filling my brain with lust, I wanted her sooo much. My lips touched her pussy lips my hands moving up to take possession of her tits, her perky little tits topped with two stiff pink nipples that felt like needles trying to puncture my flesh. She let out a deep moan and grabbed on to my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I found that she was already soaking wet when I parted her. Her clit suddenly tingled as she imagined my mouth covering her moist mound and my whiskers brushing against her delicate inner folds. And again was confused as to why a sexual thought had popped in to her mind. I laughed and replied, "I get it. You don't owe any explanation. You’ll forgive me if I came across as if I was prying. It was a very poor attempt at paying you a compliment." She extended her hand and introduced herself, "I'm Rebecca, but you may call me Becky. My friends all do." .