Deku Scrubs Novels & Stories

I let out a deep breath, losing myself in the water before taking the soap, scrubbing my body down with it. I had this habit of scrubbing my body with soap several times in the shower, and it usually takes about an hour until I felt clean enough to go. Abbie tried to stop me once, but no matter what I do I keep scrubbing my body until the skin turned red. Because no matter what, every time I look at my body, I feel disgusted. It was hideous. Scars stretched down my legs. There was a multitude of them as if Dexter had branded them into my body, reminding me that I will and always belong to him.

She kicked off her heels, shimmying out of her skirt until she stood stark naked, her shaved pussy glistening with anticipation, nipples already hardening in the cool air. Zeke paused, fists clenched, his chest heaving as he took in her lithe form, the curve of her hips, the faint scars from past sessions marking her like trophies. "Dee, get dressed," he warned, his voice low and dangerous, cock twitching traitorously. "I'm not in the right frame of mind. You can't handle it."

They also said it reactivates elasticity and delivers deep, long-lasting moisture to leave the skin soft and supply. I kept staring at my hand, which looked a bit different after the full scrub. I had worn my bikini underneath and a robe was around my body while I was led to one of the mineral pools and my gaze fell on Kayden, he was shirtless and the ladies who escorted me took their leave after they'd shown me the way to him. Furthermore, I stared at Kayden in the pool, his eyes were closed, and he was relaxing in the pool, it looked as if he was enjoying whatever thing the water was doing to him.

Then closer still. "GURL, WHAT THE HELL?!" Before Rosie could react, Desiree grabbed her chin and tilted her face towards the light. The scratches had dried into long reddish-brown scabs stretching from the corner of Rosie’s mouth towards her ear. Desiree looked genuinely horrified. As a former model, she treated skincare like a sacred religion. A single blemish could ruin her mood for an entire day. Seeing those scratches across Rosie’s cheek was enough to make her blood pressure spike.