It's Jess's furry red snatch

You open the video, your hands shaking for a moment before it comes into view and it's a close up of a very furry red snatch. The hair was the same coppery crimson as the hair on your bestfriend's head; something you've always suspected. Something you've always fantasized about. Something you've cum to so many times. Something you've pictured when you've been with some of your other girlfriends, including Jane.

She was dripping wet. Her ring finger and her middle finger were splaying apart her pussy lips. The very pale pink, succulent pussy lips were dripping wet. Those same pussy lips were the same color as her pale lips without lipstick, the same color as her nipples when she's worn something tight and thin and wet around you. Impossibly pink.

Dripping wet.

Her finger was tracing her clit in slow circles, her freckled thighs and hips rocking slowly, moving in and out of focus on the cell phone video.

It lasted seconds. It lasted a life time.

That fur was parted...no, shaved...along the side of her pussy, leaving that surprisingly thick thatch of ruby fur just at the top of her pussy. It couldn't have been the same size as the palm of her hand, but it looked so fucking enticing. Just a thick, slightly triangular forest.

The camera moved up, her freckles coming into view, starting at the line of her abs and moving up, tapering out, splashing across her impossibly firm tits capped by those pale pink nipples. You drink in the flesh, your cock so hard it hurt. You've waited you whole life to see her like this. Panting. Wanting. And then you hear it.

"John. Fuck me."