Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

he pants, wrapping his arms around my body. “Me too” I murmured, taking deep breaths. Once my body calms down, and i can breathe again i push up from him. My shirt is covered in cum, and Axtons abs are too. “Want to shower? And maybe have another one…?” I ask, biting my bottom lip. He grins, sliding his hands beneath my thighs and standing up. “Absolutely I do” he says, as he makes his way to my connected bathroom, where we do indeed have another one. And maybe one more after that.

I looked around and saw a shower and a little bench at the corner of the bathroom with a toilet seat in the opposite corner. The maid scarlet Pulled me by arm in the shower. Suddenly cold water hit my body startling me. When I was entirely soaked in the water she turned off the water and made me sit on the bench in the shower. She put shampoo in my hair massaging my head and then washed the shampoo. Then she applied a white sticky-looking shampoo in my hairs but didn't rinse it. She then comes back with a shaver and a cream. She lifted my arms and applied the cream in my underarms. She is working like a robot.

I waited until the footsteps faded away and then climbed off the bed, there had to be something in this room that would get rid of this blue mark. I searched everywhere, I tried scrubbing it, I chucked the bleach I found in the bathroom on it. Then I saw it his razor blade. Breaking the end off so I could just get to the blade, I sat on the side with my back to the large mirror. If I had to cut some of my flesh off, then I would, it wouldn’t be the first time I had lost a bit of flesh.

"Time for you to blue me." I follow her back to the bathroom, where she's dumped the contents of the pot of dye into the same plastic bowl she used to mix up her bleach, but now there's a different tint brush on the side of the sink and a box of disposable gloves. She sits down in the chair and tosses her head forward to remove the towel, revealing her freshly bleached, untoned hair. "How do you feel now that the brown is all gone?" I ask her, sectioning her hair off with clips. The bleach has dried it out a little, but there's not too much damage.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

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Why would he? 'And why am I so desperate for his cock?' she wondered. 'I'm acting like a bitch in heat.' After smothering everything in bleach, Lexi scrubbed and rinsed them off with water and a cloth. It took a decent amount of time, she got bleach on her favourite dress, and there was still limescale and dots of black mould at the end of her efforts.

The tops gathered as well, eagerly offering their hard-working hands to be devoured and then completely lost to the abysmal slurping asses. The session begins. The bottoms like young colts obediently crouched on the edge of the bed on all fours, dishing up their experienced hardened asses. It is obvious that they do special exercises at the gym to tone their butts. And their holes were as different as their faces. One was refined with anal bleaching cream from the Netherlands; the other one was half-open, wrinkled, darker in colour, apparently torn many times in various directions, cracked and then healed and therefore "experienced." This "older" asshole did not close completely but only nar

She asked, I told her 'yes' before ending the call. The foam from the soap I used in bathing that was glued to my skin before I rushed out to take Isabella's call, disappeared already. Scarlett moped at me, I moped at her as well, finding my way back to the bathroom to finish my bath. I took my time to scrub my skin, using Scarlett's coconut morning solution to wash my face. I didn't care if she perceived the smell, it was my money, afterall. I thought, taking another liquid of the solution in my hand again.

He almost made them chop my head off. He also threatened to turn my head to his basketball but shave my hair first and.... And style it on a dummy for Jay Jay to play with. God, that is...... That is so cruel. I let out a breath as I stared at myself in the mirror. I leaned down and spat out the paste. I turned on the taps and washed off my mouth. I washed the brush and put it back. I grabbed my panties which I hung and washed it before hanging out back. I walked towards the shower while untying my hair, letting it fall as I turned on the shower.