A Sensual Trim

[maturanga]

It's a small intimate ritual. And I like to prepare all the details with care, so that when she enters the bathroom, everything is already ready to begin.

She takes off her robe and stands there in just a short white T-shirt. The last bastion of her shyness, because despite the time we've been together, she still feels a bit embarrassed knowing that soon she'll be completely exposed.

I make her sit on a small wooden bench with a towel on the seat. She grips the sides with her hands, and I almost have to force her to spread her legs.

Her pubic hair has grown wild since the last time. Dense and curly. I love that black color, so thick that you can't see the skin underneath. Only the inner lips peek out timidly, and the hood of her clit in the middle. I know the situation is turning her on, but it'll take a while for her to get wet.

Porn movies have made completely shaved pussies fashionable, and now they're so easy to find that they seem vulgar and ridiculous. Besides, a hairy pussy excites me much more, making it clear that she's a fully adult woman brimming with sexuality. A ripe, juicy fruit dripping with nectar. So, I'm going to trim her to my liking, shaping it so it looks natural but beautiful. I don't want a black jungle, but neither do I want the bald slit of a little girl.

I kneel between her legs and start using the hair clipper on setting 4. She shivers slightly on the first pass, but then she begins to enjoy the vibrations of the machine. I make slow, long passes all over her pubic area, evening out the length of the hair. With my fingers ahead, feeling for the direction of hair growth—a tug in such a sensitive area must be very painful. I avoid getting close to her clit, which starts to rise and harden under its hood of skin. This part of the job is easy and quick. Now comes something much more delicate.

With small scissors, I trim the hairs that stick out, and then I start cutting near the clit. She always gets scared during this part, and when I look up at her face to see how she's doing, I can't help but notice her nipples poking through the fabric of her T-shirt. For a moment, I'm tempted to rip off her shirt and suck desperately on her nipples, then fuck her right there without any more preliminaries.

Now it's time for her vaginal lips, which have swollen. And the first drops of her arousal slide down the smooth, bright red interior. To trim the hair on the sides, I have to slip my fingers into that warm, hungry slit. When I brush the entrance of her vagina, she can't help but sigh, and a small gush of wetness soaks my fingers. The scent of her sex begins to fill the room. Now that I've finished trimming the hair, her vaginal lips stand out, fleshy, like an exotic flower about to bloom. But I'm not done yet.

I go back to her pubic mound with the clipper on zero, to give it its final shape. I clear away all the hair from the sides, leaving only what's covering the pelvis. I have to do it carefully to avoid cuts. Little by little, it takes the shape of an inverted triangle with the top slightly rounded. With a towel soaked in hot water, I moisten her skin and prepare the foam with scented soap. As I spread the foam, the brush tickles her newly exposed skin, and now her arousal is obvious. Involuntarily, she's thrusting her hips forward, seeking more contact, and I can see her lips pulsing softly and opening up, revealing her thick clit that's uncovered itself on its own.

She's so focused on her own sensations that she lets out a small yelp when the razor touches her for the first time. I have to go over the sides to leave them completely smooth, making passes in the direction of the hair growth to avoid irritating the skin.

I'm almost finished. I spread her legs wider to easily reach her inner thighs and apply a bit of especially gentle depilatory cream, making circles in an area that drives her wild with excitement.

Now she has to turn around and bend over the bench. Her firm ass opens shamelessly, exposing her anus. With one hand, I spread her cheeks a little more, and with the other, I apply the cream to remove the few hairs that grow on her perineum and around her anus.

I sit her on the bidet and rinse off the remnants of the cream and loose hairs with cool water. Rubbing her pubic area and her clit, which brushes against my hand with each pass, making her moan. With her hair still damp, I spread body oil on her and rub it in with a towel. This refreshes the skin and makes the hair shiny, giving it that silky feel I love when I caress her pussy.

Alright, now I think it's my turn....

She takes control and makes me sit on the bidet, then grabs the hair clipper. Her eyes light up with that familiar spark, the one that hints at her secret obsession—the way she worships big cocks, always drawn to their size, their girth, the sheer presence they command. It's a light fetish she's never hidden from me, and in moments like this, it turns her into someone even more playful and insatiable.

"I'm just going to trim it to make it look more natural, and besides, that way it won't itch when it grows back," she says, her voice laced with anticipation.

She sets the clipper to number 3 and kneels between my legs. Her robe has opened completely, letting me see that delicious body. Her belly is smooth and well-defined, revealing her freshly trimmed pussy, wet and glistening from arousal, the neat triangle drawing my eyes right to where her excitement builds.

She makes passes with the clipper, avoiding touching my cock at first, but every now and then her hands brush the base of my dick, and the contact is electrifying. She tries to play it cool, pausing to tuck her long black hair behind her ear since it keeps falling in her face. Then she smiles at me mischievously and gets back to work, her gaze lingering on my growing erection, appreciating how it swells, how it promises that impressive length and thickness she craves so much.

She finishes trimming with scissors and sits back, staring at my penis like it's a work of art, her fetish shining through in the way her breath quickens, her fingers itching to explore every inch of its substantial form.

"Well, I think in the end I'll shave your balls. Do you want that, baby?" she asks, her tone dripping with desire, as if just the thought of handling something so big and powerful makes her wetter.

"Sure, whatever you want," I reply, knowing how much she loves this—how her light obsession with big penises makes her treat mine like a prized possession, something to savor and adore.

My cock is so hard it's throbbing, veins bulging along its impressive length, and my balls are completely drawn up tight. My girlfriend has to pull on my scrotum to stretch the skin before soaping me up and running the razor over it, all while stealing glances at the full girth of my shaft, her eyes widening with that fetishistic hunger. At one point, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and pulls downward, exposing my glans fully, and continues shaving but with a firm grip on my dick, her small fingers barely encircling its thickness, fueling her excitement even more. My pre-cum leaks slowly from the tip of my shaft and drips down the length, highlighting every ridge and curve that she finds so irresistible. Though I can't see it, I'm sure it's already staining her small fingers. She must feel its warmth and stickiness, the evidence of how her touch on something so large arouses me, but she carries on as if nothing's happening, though her breathing betrays her fetish-driven thrill. She only releases my cock to shave the base too, leaving it exposed and making my dick look even a couple of inches longer, accentuating the size she fetishizes so openly.

"I'm done, but now I have to apply some moisturizing cream so your skin doesn't get irritated," she murmurs, her voice husky, as if the act of caring for such a massive cock is part of her ritual worship.

She coats her hands with the cream and starts caressing me gently, her touch reverent, like she's handling something sacred in her world of big-penis adoration. Beginning at the base and sliding up slowly along the full, imposing length. She uncovers the head and runs her fingertips over the crown of the glans, sending a wave of cold fire through my entire body—I've never felt anything like it, especially knowing how much this turns her on, how her fetish makes her linger on every detail of its size.

"Oh! Look, honey. I nicked you while shaving your balls," she exclaims softly, her eyes sparkling with opportunity.

On my scrotum, there's a tiny trickle of blood, so small I didn't even feel the cut. My girlfriend closes her eyes and takes one of my balls into her mouth, her actions infused with that underlying fetish, as if tending to the base of something so grand heightens her pleasure. Her thick, sensual lips suck it in like a segment of orange. Once inside her mouth, she sucks hard and caresses it with the tip of her tongue. I never thought my balls had so much sensitivity; it's a completely different sensation, amplified by her devotion. My girlfriend keeps her eyes closed with an incredibly slutty expression on her face, her mind clearly fixated on the towering cock above. She opens her mouth, but only to capture the other ball and suck both at once. Her hand has reclaimed my cock, but now she's jerking me off outright, though at a very slow pace, as if she's doing it absentmindedly, savoring the weight and girth in her palm, feeding her light but persistent fetish.

Her mouth inches dangerously closer to the tip of my cock, drawn inexorably to its size. I can feel her breath on my glans while she continues stroking me, her fingers tracing the veins that make it so imposing. It's a sweet torture that's making me lose control, knowing how much she loves worshipping big ones like mine.

Almost by surprise, she sticks out her tongue to lap at the pre-cum that's dripping from the head, her fetish making her tongue linger longer, appreciating the scale of what she's tasting. Hardening the tip of her tongue, she grazes the rim of the glans, my most sensitive spot, circling it with deliberate slowness to emphasize its circumference. I have to close my eyes and strain not to cum right then, because the semen is boiling inside my swollen balls from the arousal, and her obsession only intensifies the buildup.

This wicked woman loves playing with my cock, her fetish turning every action into a game of teasing something she can't get enough of. Using her nails to scratch my scrotum gently while running her tongue from the base of the shaft up to the glans, tracing the full length that captivates her so much. And just when I think—and hope—she'll take it all in her mouth, she goes back down one side of the shaft, sucking with her lips and nibbling lightly, while rubbing her cheeks against the warm skin of my dick, pressing her face against its substantial form as if to imprint its size on her memory.

If she takes even a couple more seconds, I'll go completely insane. She takes pity on me and finally swallows my head slowly, struggling a bit with its girth, which only excites her more in her fetishistic way. The inside of her mouth feels like hot velvet. Her teeth scrape gently along the edges of the glans, while her snake-like tongue wraps around it in an incredible way, exploring every inch of its impressive head.

And just when I think it can't get any better, she defeats me again by starting to suck for real. Going up and down at an infernally slow rhythm and cadence, trying to take more of its length each time, her mouth stretching to accommodate what she adores. Pressing my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She has to open her mouth wide to swallow my thick cock, and the saliva mixed with pre-cum escapes from the corners of her lips, a testament to the challenge and thrill of handling something so big.

The orgasm starts building up my spine, with that dull vibration that makes my whole body shudder. The cum is about to burst from my balls, which she grips firmly with one hand, kneading them as if to coax out every drop from the source of her fascination. And a second before I unleash a sea of semen, she stops dead. She looks at me with a naughty grin and runs off to the bedroom, leaving me throbbing and desperate.

For a moment, I stay frozen, unable to react, before chasing after her and laying her down on the bed. It's going to be a very pleasurable revenge, one where her fetish for big cocks will be satisfied in full...