Bush League #08

Maya lives for bubble baths and her finger's favorite dance: tugging every single thick, dark curl that springs from her big, soapy bush. Today she’s deep into the routine—legs spread, bubbles popping, hips rocking to the drag of hair across swollen clit—when Mr. Maloney, one wall away, flushes and swings the bathroom door wide open. His eyes land on a very surprised, very naked Maya and stay there a second too long. A normal man covers his face, blurts an apology, spins on his heel. Maloney does all three. Maya catches the door with a wet hand. "Wait. What do you think—honestly—of the bush? My boyfriend wants me bald." He laughs, like she asked if chocolate still tastes good. Curiosity (and something stiffer) wins; he steps back in, drops to his knees by the tub, leans over the rim until every soft black coil brushes his nose. Scent of soap, musk, and something sweeter—he inhales like he’s sampling fine wine and tells her the verdict straight: "Kid, shaving that would be a goddamn felony." Offer made is offer taken. Maya lifts a dripping thigh over the porcelain edge; Maloney plants his mouth right where the curls part. He eats like the clock’s ticking—tongue slicing through hair, parting slick folds, sucking each plump lip. When her moan finally cracks, he hoists her wet body into his arms, carries her soaking to the guest bed. He doesn’t even strip. He just unzips, drags the fat head of his cock back and forth through the forest of hair, paints the curls shiny with her spit and his leaking tip, then sinks. One long, deliberate slide. Maya feels the difference—full, stretching, each coarse ring grinding her tender clit. Hair clinging to his shaft on every thrust, the slap of wet skin, the sight of creamy curls soaked white every time he pulls out—on the third stroke she cracks, voice stuttering, heels digging, little cunt pulsing so hard around him his thighs shake. He doesn’t let up; she rides through it shaking like a live wire, pussy squeezing like a fist until he grunts, drives in balls-deep, and floods her thicket in steady, hot pulses.