Brunette Girlfriend's Hairy Pussy Gets Creamed in Pajamas

The weight of the day pressed heavily on Steve as he shuffled into the living room, still clad in his faded pajamas. Vanessa, his hot brunette girlfriend, was sprawled on the couch, her hairy pussy barely concealed beneath a fluffy onesie, a playful kigurumi that made her look impossibly cute, even with the edge of exhaustion etched on her face.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice thick with fatigue. She looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Rough day?" she asked, her voice like warm honey. He nodded, collapsing beside her. She instinctively snuggled closer, the warmth of her body a comforting balm. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent – a mix of vanilla and something uniquely *Vanessa*.

He hadn't intended for things to escalate. All he wanted was to feel close to her. But as he pressed his lips to her neck, a spark ignited. He began to nibble, teasing the sensitive skin. She shivered, a low moan escaping her lips. He reached beneath her pajamas, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through the soft fabric. She arched against his touch, her breath quickening.

Soon, the pajamas were discarded, leaving her naked on the couch, her hairy pussy exposed and vulnerable. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the delicate folds, savoring her unique flavor. She cried out, her body trembling with anticipation. He devoured her, lost in the moment, until she begged him to stop.

He moved above her, settling between her legs. They started with a slow and sensual missionary position before transitioning into her favorite, doggystyle. He pushed deep inside her, feeling her tighten around him. The rhythm was primal, urgent. He felt himself teetering on the edge, the pressure building inside him. With a final, guttural groan, he unleashed his load, a torrent of cum exploding deep within her, covering her ass.

He collapsed on top of her, breathless and spent. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. The weight of the day had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of connection and contentment. He smiled, knowing that even in his most depressed moments, she was his solace, his escape, his everything. The Czech sex was something special every time with Vanessa Decker.