Teaching her a lesson
"Do you want me to wash you? Or do you wanna wash me? Sometimes when I'm imagining, while I'm you-know-whating myself, I think about a man washing me. I close my eyes and I picture his hands on my body. Massaging my neck, pulling me up against him and rubbing my tummy, then lower down from my tummy. Imagination man spends a lot of time rubbing there, to be honest. Is it OK that I have hair down there? A lot of the porn girls had theirs shaved off. Mom said I should think about it, but I figured I'd just ask. I think it might feel weird? But I like having my legs and armpits smooth, so maybe it'd be the same?"
"Sure, Cassie, give it a try. If you don't like it, it grows back."
She giggled. "Y
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