Sarahfina enjoyed these kinds of moments immensely. Her secret deep inside herself about her desire for her own sweaty pussy. She love her scent. What... a wonderful bouquet. Succulent and addictive, Sarah long ago was trapped by the consuming and thick stench of her own crotch.She was typing faster and faster. Her mind began conjuring up mental pictures of her own pussy and sexy body with her long dark hair. How she looked in her favorite panties. The way her bottom looked to her when she gazed. .so, I could see her pubic hair peaking out (this was a few years ago, before the completely waxed cunt was the norm). I was going to explode as I reached to touch it...but she purposely pushed me back. She asked it i would go to the liquor store to get her some scotch....I went to the closest liquor story and came back with a bottle.....we shared a few, as we played with each other....her on top of me, me on top of her....and then out of the blue, she got up, pulled on my hand to get up....I. ...How did this happen?”He was obviously amused by Honi's innocence. He spoke softly, but his voice reverberated in the stillness of the room. The only other sound was soft breathing. “It's different, different for everyone,” he explained. “For Stephanie, it's the excitement and an almost sibling dependence on Helen. Helen has a need to display and shock. For my Hostess, she has an innate knowledge of human sexual needs and pleasure. Nothing is too dirty, slutty or too taboo for her. She enjoys. Her eyes had moved down and noticed my throbbing cock underneath my pants. “Would like me to suck that for you?” hand reaching forward, grabbing the waist of my jeans and pulling them out. She was peeking down at my cock. I couldn’t think of what to say, but she was already undoing my belt. “I will suck it for you. I will suck you dry and smile up at you, and it will cost you nothing but a favor.” My belt was undone my cock was out and she was stroking it gently, nudging it to maximum rigidity..