The thing is that it usually isn't. Beneath her pubes, -neatly trimmed into a little white heart,- is usually a featureless, smooth, unresponsive bit of soft skin. She can't even use it to masturbate, which perhaps contributes to her tendency towards being easy. And she's about to tell them, direct them over to her thighs, or the other hole, and then they kiss it and the words turn into a little surprised squeak.

It felt good. It felt really, really good. That's new. They really have no expectations of what she would have, no preference. Not even a little bit of it, and that has given her something brand new. A small part of her mind wonders if she can even cum like this, but most of her is focused on the feeling, on pushing her hips back up to meet their lips again and feel that again.