I raise my arm slowly, revealing my soft, natural, hairy goddess pits — thick, warm, and real for you to obsess over. You stare up close, helpless to resist the pull of something so intimate and primal. My hair grows in fully, unashamed, feminine in a way you can’t stop thinking about. I tilt my head, smirking at how desperate you look, craving the musk, the heat, the scent of a real woman’s pit right above you. I know exactly what it does to you, the way it makes your cock twitch, so I start guiding you — stroke slow, feel every pulse, every needy throb as you imagine pressing your face right into my hairy armpit. I bring you closer, teasing you about how you’d sniff me, lick me, get lost in my scent while I laugh at how easy it is to ruin you with something as simple as body hair. You jerk for me like the obedient little pit-worshipper you are, stroking harder each time I lift my arm and show you a new angle, a new wrinkle, a darker patch of hair. You think about burying your nose in
