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But how can she not be a witch when she does stuff like this?
My prick stiffens as I watch her undress. Her body, so soft and supple, calls to me. I want to devour her. Wide, soft hips, a belly equally as inviting. Her body is ripe for a bairn.
Climbing into the tub with me, she stands at my chest, a full head shorter than me. She doesn’t seem deterred as she grabs a bottle from the ledge, pours sweet-smelling liquid into her palm, then starts gliding it over my body.
I watch as dirt and grime wash away, turning the warm water a muddy color before disappearing. She drops to her knees as she grabs another bottle.
“Stay perfectly still, poopsie,” she says sternly. “If you move, you might get cut.”
My breath comes in harsh, short gasps as she grips my tally-wacker with one hand and grabs a razor with the other. “I need you to be nice and smooth for me,” she murmurs, her voice a gentle caress. “I need to see all of you, understand?”
I nod absentmindedly, my thoughts forever lost to the back of my mind. The only thing I care about—the only thing I can do—is staying perfectly still for her.
The sharp blade glides over my lower stomach, and I watch as dark ginger hair coats it, making the razor nearly disappear. She runs it under the water, and the hair gathers at the bottom of the tub. Each scrape of the razor gives me a rush of cool air on my skin. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My fingers dig into the slippery wall as she lifts my sausage. “Lass,” I breathe warily, watching as she places the blade on my pendulous sac. With her brows creased in concentration, she drags the razor along the sensitive, thin skin of my balls.
Slowly, she removes every single strand of hair from my nether region, giving my cock and balls a sort of elephant trunk appearance.
“Such a pretty pecker under that thatch of hair,” she coos, kissing the bulbous tip.
A shudder works its way through my body as she lathers my prick with more soap, giving my little guy a thorough wash. I’m aching for release. I’m desperate to feel her stroke me with her mouth again, like she did last night.
“Now that that’s done,” she says as she stands up, “it’s time to go shopping.”
