He stank of cheap booze, smoke and sweat, while I smelt of strawberry. As he drove hard with twisting my soft lips in and out, he was mumbling heavy curses to me to stroke his sacks. XXX I could sing sweet lullabies to him in my soft voice, or dirty words, if that’s what he wanted. I could sing sweet lullabies to him in my soft voice, or dirty words, if that’s what he wanted. That’s what the tiny tuft of hair just above my slit, which I had deliberately not cut, was for. I itched to see myself through his eyes as he gazed at my small, perky tits, my hard nipples, my soft shoulders, my slender arms, my flat stomach, my femininity completely shaved and cleaned except for the width of a
