Body hair Stories

I'm on a beach. Palms above gently sway in a breeze. A refreshing mimosa is within reach on an adjacent table. But that's not where I want my hands. They are busy kneading the moderate, somewhat hanging and oscillating breasts of a nude Polynesian poised at an angle over me, mounted, rocking herself steadily. Neither young nor old, she is experienced. Just right. "Descend. Let me roll you over." Pressing her slender, bron...