I love my job. I know, some people might say that. Most of the time they don’t mean it though. Sure, Karen. I totally believe that you love your office job where all you do is bringing your boss coffee and maybe sucking his dick for a promotion if you are lucky.
Not me though. When I say it, I mean it. In comparison to my job, my life is annoying and even bordering on absolutely boring sometimes. My job: highlight of my day.
It’s 3:30 pm. I just stepped out of the shower and start to dry my hair. I don’t need a curling iron, or makeup or even a hairbrush. Another reason while I love working at “The Black Rose”. No need to look like a barbie.
Well, there is one place that needs to look like a newborn baby’s ass. I drop the towel and look myself up and down in the mirror. My hands run along my pert breast, lightly teasing the nipples. Further down my fingers wander past my navel to the important part. The money earner. My tight little cunt.
I rub the outer lips, to make sure that no stubble escaped my thorough shaving. I pull them apart to admire my pink pussy, already gleaming from my arousal. A delicious tingle starts to spread through the lower part of my body. Read more »