Once upon a time in the city of New Orleans, there lived a woman named Abigail. She was a voluptuous woman with curves in all the right places. Her hips were wide, and her thighs were thick, just the way men liked them. But what truly set Abigail apart was her mass of curly hair that adorned her most intimate area.
One day, as Abigail was walking down the street, she caught the eye of a handsome stranger. He was tall, dark, and mysterious, with a smoldering gaze that made Abigail’s heart race. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, and before she knew it, they were sharing a drink at a nearby bar.
The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it wasn’t long before they found themselves back at Abigail’s apartment. As they stood in her living room, Abigail’s hands wandered down to the waistband of her skirt, slowly pulling it down to reveal her curly patch of hair.
The stranger’s eyes widened with desire as he took in the sight of Abigail’s full hips and thick thighs. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, running his hands over her curves as they kissed.
Abigail moaned with pleasure as the stranger’s fingers found their way to her wetness. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, marveling at how easily it slid in thanks to her curly hair.
But the stranger wasn’t content to simply finger Abigail. He wanted more, and Abigail was more than happy to oblige. She led him to her bedroom, where they shed their clothes and climbed into bed together.
The stranger’s cock was hard and thick, and Abigail couldn’t wait to feel it inside her. She spread her legs wide, inviting him to take her.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her up in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Abigail cried out with pleasure as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers as they found a rhythm.
Their moans filled the room as they fucked, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. Abigail’s curly hair bounced with each thrust, adding an extra layer of pleasure to their coupling.
As they reached their climax, the stranger buried his face in Abigail’s neck, biting and sucking as he came inside her. Abigail cried out with pleasure, her own orgasm washing over her in waves of pure ecstasy.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Abigail knew that she had found something special with this stranger. She didn’t know where their relationship would go from here, but she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t wait to do it again.
