Ben to Bella

May 19, 2012


“You’re gonna want to stay real still, girl, or this is going to be painful.” I advised, showing him the razor. He whimpered but lay back and allowed me to get on with my work. God, I love shaving these boys, turning them into the little cock-hungry sissies I know they are. When finished, he only had a thin strip of hair running vertical right above his crotch—just like a real girl!

“Turn over.” My voice was already a bit husky, anticipating what was coming. He struggled a bit to turn over with his cuffed hands but managed without my help. My cock started leaking precum when I got that first look of his beautiful ass. It was high and tight, not too big, just how I like ’em. Spreading those pale cheeks, his pink cunt was winking at me shyly, and he had absolutely no hair in his crack. I bit each of his cheeks and gave a sharp slap; he jumped.

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