It was like the pulse got my heart racing, warmth bursting in my chest when I had to look away lest I get caught staring. But not until my eyes had fallen, adhering to the contour of her stomach until they reached the coarse thick thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding her mound.
It was wild and untamed and the extreme opposite of the slickness of her thighs. No haircuts, no styling-- she is as she is, bare and pure, as nature made her.
And I gulped, and my throat was all parched.
Ruth on the other hand was bent, with legs drawn close together, her own body branded by what last night had done to it--her pussy swollen and tender.
The silence was broken by a sharp inhale of Kina. Her gaze fixed on the bloated pussy of Ruth and she stood motionless awhile. Then the silence was interrupted by her voice, which was filled with a tone of amazement and black humor. Ruth-- she thought, coming nearer. You remind me I think you are some kind of a war animal.
