This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the s****l Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!
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June’s P.O.V.
I’m June, eighteen, and I don’t mind being thought of as a prick-teaser by the other women in the big-city office where I work nine to five. After all, I take after my mother, a vivacious siren now fifty, right down to my long jet-black hair.
Like her, I ooze sexiness. I’m fastidiously clean and treat my lithe body as a prize from God. Tight buttocks, curves in all the right places, and I keep my p***y scrupulously free of hair with daily creams so it’s smooth as satin. I dream that one day I’ll be a first-class photographic model if only the right shutterbug discovers me.
I’m Latino, six months off my nineteenth
