How Pretty Am I Scientifically Novels & Stories

He leans even lower, caressing my platinum blonde hair that’s almost white depending on the lighting. I’ve been told just how much of a beauty I am, with more than a handful of men and envious women wishing they had half my beauty, to look appealing enough to fuck. Perhaps one thing the moon goddess had done right was making me look like a walking Barbie doll… if not prettier Sadly, being this pretty doesn’t put food on the table. He looks all over me, licking his lips unceremoniously, in the process giving me a good whiff at his horrible breath.