Hairy/Slob Meulin

There were a couple benefits to not having a matesprite anymore. Meulin gave a catlike grin as she slide into her computer chair, wide ass sinking into the indentation years of use had left in the squeaky seat. Letting out a long burp, she laid back and spread her legs, eyeballing her stripped panties. From the smell wafting up from her crotch, she’d reckon she had worn these for a good four days by now. But she was single, so who cared if she was dirty? Certainly not the mute.  Meulin glanced down at her grey thighs and admired the bunches of curly hair starting to spread out from the sides of her underwear and the treasure trail she could see from her shirt rolling up over her plump belly. Relaxing, she turned on her husktop and booted up trollian, seeing if any of her friends were up to talk. It seemed to be too late to chat to anyone interesting, so instead she spent her time browsing the internet for more mimes to incorporate into her speech, letting her hands slide into her underwear and rest against her soft pubic hair. Absentmindedly her fingers toyed with the curly hair, painfully tugging at the parts matted by the day’s crusted wetness as she continued scrolling through various websites. Pecking at the keyboard was a pain with one hand though, so she tugged her hand away from her pubes, sniffing at the sweaty, tangy scent before rapidly typing up some search terms and then replacing it.

Ugh, what was that smell? She snorted then lifted her right arm, pulling at her short sleeves so she could peer at her hairy pits. She sniffed slowly, inhaling the rancid aroma and stuck her tongue out, Christ her armpits smelt like onions. When was the last time she showered? She scratched at her messy hair, wrinkling her nose as more of the smell of her sweaty pits hit her. Flapping her thick arms as if that would air them out, she let out a silent groan, this was pointless. She’d have no choice but to bath in a bit, maybe after a good wank. She licked her lips, she knew just what fic to read too, a saucy little thing she’d discovered the other day but hadn’t had a chance to finish yet. She could feel herself start to perspire just form the thought, her panties feeling moist pressed up against her lips. Tugging off the damp thong, she spread her thick thighs even farther, admiring just how much her hair had grown in these past few weeks. The mass of thick curls had completely engulfed her nethers, the dark hair a distinct contrast to her pale skin, and she couldn’t help but run her palm over her pubes, sighing at the texture scratching against her hand.

Getting comfortable, she started reading, panting as she got further along and inhaling the musky scent of her armpits growing sweatier and her cunt growing wetter. She dipped her fingers down her slit, pushing away the clammy hairs that started to overrun her entrance. Oh this was the best part, she slouched in her seat, scooting down so she could have access to her nook, and let out a gasp as she pushed two fingers into her soaking opening. Thrusting a few times to get them slick, she pulled them out with a loud squelsh and then paused her intense scrolling to help pull her massive butt cheeks apart. Her fingers circled her nook, shivering from the sweat-dampened hairs that completely covered her from crack to taint. The winced when she accidently tugged on some of the longer hairs as she tried pressing her middle finger into her tight nook. Meulin only bothered to wiggle it around for a short moment, quickly pulling her finger out and immediately bringing it to her nose to sniff at the rank smell of her ass and juices mixed together. Letting out a shuddering breath, she put her other hand right back against her pussy, rubbing furiously as she continued smelling her fingers and reading her story. She could feel her stomach tightening and she shut her eyes, wishing to stretch out her session longer. Feeling herself reaching the edge, she pulled her fingers from her nose and quickly rubbed them against her armpit, a silent giggle escaping her lips at the ticklish feeling of the lengthy hairs brushing her fingertips. This time when she brought her fingers to her face she damn near jammed them up her nose, smearing the sweat she had gathered from her pits along her nostrils and practically cumming on the spot from the overwhelming fragrance. She did cum when she managed to slide her digits into her flared nostrils, the smell causing her to drool in pleasure as her other hand worked double time on her hairy muff, gushing putrid smelling genetic fluid down her legs and over the chair onto the floor.

Off of breath, she used her olive stained hands to close out her internet browser, running that same filthy hand through her hair leaving green cum streaks through her mane. Eh…she could always shower tomorrow.