Exotic Lucie plays with her hairy pussy

The camera pans over the cluttered bedroom, focusing on the unmade bed in the center. Sunlight streams through the partially open blinds, casting bands of light across the disheveled sheets. The muffled sound of female moans can be heard off-camera, growing louder as the view slowly zooms in on a woman sprawled naked across the bed.

Exotic Lucie is a textbook example of a vixen – lush curves in all the right places, topped off with a heart-shaped face dominated by plump, sultry lips. Her emerald eyes are half-lidded with lust as she lies spread-eagled, one hand idly fiddling with a nipple while the other is buried between her thighs. A thatch of dark curls tops her mound, glistening with her arousal.

As the camera zeroes in on Lucie’s face, she lets out a low moan, back arching off the bed. Her fingers are slick with her juices, gliding easily over her swollen folds. She parts her legs wider in clear invitation as she works herself into a frenzy, breath coming in short gasps.

“Mmmm… play with that hairy cunt for me,” comes a male voice from off-screen. The command is accompanied by the distinctive sound of a zipper being lowered.

Lucie’s eyes flutter open and she licks her lips, sending a sultry look in the general direction of the voice. “Mmm, with pleasure,” she purrs, sliding two fingers deep into her tight channel.

The camera zooms in closer, giving the viewer an intimate view of Lucie’s pussy as she fingers herself. Her dripping walls clench around the digits as she pumps them in and out, picking up speed. Her clit peeks out from under its hood, throbbing with need.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” the man groans, stepping into view. He’s a handsome devil in a button-down shirt, desert boots and nothing else. His swollen cock juts out obscenely from his open fly, flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. He fists it slowly, giving it a few strokes.

Lucie releases her breast so she can reach over and grip his thigh, urging him closer. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air as wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping her pussy can be heard. “Come and get it, big boy,” she breathes. “Taste my wet cunt.”

The man wastes no time in sinking to his knees between her splayed thighs. He buries his face in her weeping folds, lapping at her arousal like a starving man at a feast. Lucie’s back bows off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. “Yes, just like that,” she hisses. “Suck on my clit.”

He obliges readily, sealing his lips around the sensitive nub and suckling. One hand comes up to join in, fingers sawing in and out of her sopping cunt. The combined stimulation has Lucie writhing in ecstasy, keening with pleasure. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she warns, thighs clamping around his head.

Her body goes rigid as the orgasm crashes over her, pussy spasming around his plunging fingers. Clear fluid gushes from her, drenching his hand and dripping down the crack of her ass. She milks her clit with expert fingers, wringing out every last drop of her release.

Panting hard, Lucie finally goes limp, releasing her death grip on the man’s hair. He surfaces with a triumphant smirk, face glazed with her essence. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he says, voice muffled slightly by her arousal.

“Mmm, I bet you’re just gagging for a taste of your cock now,” she replies, sitting up and swiping her juices onto her fingers. She pops them into her mouth, making a show of licking them clean. Her tongue lingers on each digit, lashing between them as if they were a throbbing shaft.

The man shudders, fisting his member so tightly the veins bulge. Pre-cum flows freely, beading at the tip to slide down his straining length.

Lucie prowls off the bed, pushing him down to take her place. She positions herself over him, one hand went to grasp his thick shaft. Using it to guide him, she rubs the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, teasing both of them. Finally she sinks down, engulfing him in one smooth motion.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans at the feeling of being so deliciously stretched. Her velvety walls flutter around him, clenching rhythmically. “You’re so fucking big.”

The man grips her hips, large hands splayed across her ass. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, guiding her movements as she rides him. Her heavy tits bounce enticingly with each roll of her hips and he leans up to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue.

Lucie threads her fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently at his scalp as she picks up speed. The obscene sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, punctuated by their increasing moans. She undulates her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.

“So close,” she pants, clenching down hard on him.

He pistons into her from below, finding a brutal rhythm that has them both gasping. “Give it to me,” he commands, slapping her ass hard. “Cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

The possessive words send her flying over the edge again. She shrieks her release, walls rippling and gushing around his shaft. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing rivulets of blood.

The jolt of pain combined with the rhythmic squeezing of her velvet sheath is enough to send him careening into ecstasy as well. He roars as his orgasm overtakes him, balls drawing up tight. Pulse after pulse of his hot cum pumps into her, filling her up until it starts to leak out around his softening member.

They collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, panting harshly as they come down. Lucie rests her head on his heaving chest, idly tracing patterns through the scattering of coarse hair.

A wry grin tugs at her lips as she feels the cooling rivulets of their mixed release start to dribble down her inner thighs. “Shit, the bed’s gonna be a mess again,” she sighs.

He snorts, tip of his nose pressing into her damp hair. “Guess its a good thing we ain’t trying for clean sheets,” he drawls.

She chuckles, nuzzling into his neck. “Hell no. Not when we could be doing this instead.”

They murmur their agreement, too content to bother moving anytime soon. Their sweat-slicked bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as they bask in the afterglow.