jeans completely as I continued to tease the hair above her pussy.
My fingers slid lower, finding their way to the moisture and the heat of her sex, making her moan as they dipped inside her. I slumped down to my knees, pulling her jeans down the rest of the way to the floor, breathing the intoxicating smell of her excitement as I helped her step out of them.
“When are you doing it?” I craned my neck to touch my lips gently against the soft fuzz over her pussy, breathing in her spicy fragrance as I began to caress her doomed pussy hair with my face.
“I have an appointment in the morning.” She lifted one of her legs, so that her thigh rested over my shoulder, her foot touching against my back—controlling me so that my mouth was over the dewy lips of her pussy, locked in place under her.
“You know I’ll enjoy it one way or the other,” I said.
“Okay, because it’ll take a while to grow back,” she replied, leaning back against the cold glass of the mirror as I tended to her smoldering sex.
By now, it was almost expected that when she was done with her day’s shoot with Aaron, she would be horny, and I would get back to deliver her sweet release from any frustration that built up. I loved it—who wouldn’t, as beautiful as she was? But it was also a sense that she needed me, despite her overnight success, she still wanted me, she still loved me.
I came home the day of her waxing appointment, and she was waiting for me in her workout clothes. She stripped off to show me her new look.
“Wow, you really didn’t leave any at all.” I marveled at her as I slumped to my knees before her.
“It’s kind of expected these days.” She stroked her strangely smooth mound as she looked down on me, smiling a little self-consciously.
“Is it right for your character in the movie?” I grinned, leaning in to touch the back of my fingers gently against her soft, soft skin.
“She’s…I guess she’s a little younger than her husband in the movie, a little trashy perhaps….”
“And younger than the prison guard she has an affair with?”
“Well, of course,” she smiled at my dig at Aaron Simpson. “So you like it?”
I stooped slightly, and kissed her bare mound. “I like it both ways,” I said. “It’s nice to be a little different, though.”
She moaned as I kissed my way down to her smooth, smooth pussy lips, but warned: “Careful. It’s still pretty tender down there.”
But she didn’t stop me as I teased apart her pussy lips, playing with her gently, getting a feel for her waxed flesh. She also didn’t stop me as I pressed my mouth to her tender folds, and tasted the slickness that was already appearing. Wow. My wife had waxed her pussy for the purpose of appearing naked in a movie that would be seen by thousands.
I slipped a finger inside her as I sucked gently on her clit, and felt how wet she already was.
She sighed as I got myself familiar with her new look, as I indulged in the difference in her. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was still tender from the waxing, though. I had to stop, and then she would consent only to going down on me. While she took me in her mouth, though, she had me lie on the bed so she could lie over me, allowing me to gaze at her sweet hairless pussy until I was pumping my thick cream down her throat.
*
I wasn’t sure what would happen when the movie shoot headed abroad, and her confidence-boosting, libido-strengthening bursts in front of the cameras took place thousands of miles away from her husband. I bought her a brand-new luxury vibrator to help when I wasn’t available. She was happy enough at my gift, but I was quietly hoping she might relieve her tension with her co-star instead.
I did notice as Hayley moved through the production stage of the movie was that her confidence level shot through the roof. I wouldn’t say that it made her sexually dominant, but knowing that men really did adore her—from the fact she had
My fingers slid lower, finding their way to the moisture and the heat of her sex, making her moan as they dipped inside her. I slumped down to my knees, pulling her jeans down the rest of the way to the floor, breathing the intoxicating smell of her excitement as I helped her step out of them.
“When are you doing it?” I craned my neck to touch my lips gently against the soft fuzz over her pussy, breathing in her spicy fragrance as I began to caress her doomed pussy hair with my face.
“I have an appointment in the morning.” She lifted one of her legs, so that her thigh rested over my shoulder, her foot touching against my back—controlling me so that my mouth was over the dewy lips of her pussy, locked in place under her.
“You know I’ll enjoy it one way or the other,” I said.
“Okay, because it’ll take a while to grow back,” she replied, leaning back against the cold glass of the mirror as I tended to her smoldering sex.
By now, it was almost expected that when she was done with her day’s shoot with Aaron, she would be horny, and I would get back to deliver her sweet release from any frustration that built up. I loved it—who wouldn’t, as beautiful as she was? But it was also a sense that she needed me, despite her overnight success, she still wanted me, she still loved me.
I came home the day of her waxing appointment, and she was waiting for me in her workout clothes. She stripped off to show me her new look.
“Wow, you really didn’t leave any at all.” I marveled at her as I slumped to my knees before her.
“It’s kind of expected these days.” She stroked her strangely smooth mound as she looked down on me, smiling a little self-consciously.
“Is it right for your character in the movie?” I grinned, leaning in to touch the back of my fingers gently against her soft, soft skin.
“She’s…I guess she’s a little younger than her husband in the movie, a little trashy perhaps….”
“And younger than the prison guard she has an affair with?”
“Well, of course,” she smiled at my dig at Aaron Simpson. “So you like it?”
I stooped slightly, and kissed her bare mound. “I like it both ways,” I said. “It’s nice to be a little different, though.”
She moaned as I kissed my way down to her smooth, smooth pussy lips, but warned: “Careful. It’s still pretty tender down there.”
But she didn’t stop me as I teased apart her pussy lips, playing with her gently, getting a feel for her waxed flesh. She also didn’t stop me as I pressed my mouth to her tender folds, and tasted the slickness that was already appearing. Wow. My wife had waxed her pussy for the purpose of appearing naked in a movie that would be seen by thousands.
I slipped a finger inside her as I sucked gently on her clit, and felt how wet she already was.
She sighed as I got myself familiar with her new look, as I indulged in the difference in her. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was still tender from the waxing, though. I had to stop, and then she would consent only to going down on me. While she took me in her mouth, though, she had me lie on the bed so she could lie over me, allowing me to gaze at her sweet hairless pussy until I was pumping my thick cream down her throat.
*
I wasn’t sure what would happen when the movie shoot headed abroad, and her confidence-boosting, libido-strengthening bursts in front of the cameras took place thousands of miles away from her husband. I bought her a brand-new luxury vibrator to help when I wasn’t available. She was happy enough at my gift, but I was quietly hoping she might relieve her tension with her co-star instead.
I did notice as Hayley moved through the production stage of the movie was that her confidence level shot through the roof. I wouldn’t say that it made her sexually dominant, but knowing that men really did adore her—from the fact she had
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