'She's hairy,' Maria thought as her hand ventured inside Riya's pants. The moment her fingers brushed against the soft, damp curls, a shiver of excitement ran through her. She explored the area slowly, savoring the contrast between the coarse hair and the velvety skin beneath. The warmth and wetness aroused her, the texture of the hair adding a raw, thrilling edge to the sensation.
Maria reveled in the forbidden intimacy, her arousal heightening with each moment. She loved the sheer vulgarity of it, the way the hair made everything feel more primal and intense. Being vulgar, especially with her children, added an extra layer of excitement. The thrill of exploring Riya's body was electrifying, making her heart race and her breath quicken.
