Since the only hair she allowed to grow was atop her scalp, they, and her tight little mound, provided the only variance of color–a soft pink on a creamy (slightly off) white. Her body was sore from the volleyball game the previous night. XXX Her music player was still operating, singing out Pink Floyd’s later, more ambient sounds. As she neared cumming, she grabbed the tampon applicator she had fortified with lots of plastic wrap sealed in duct tape and impaled whatever was left of her hymen over and over again. Her digital alarm clock’s LCD display burned a crisp 4:05 AM in the darkness. As the water rose in temperature, she brushed her teeth and sat on the toilet, only to decide to practice standing urination. As the water rose in temperature, she brushed her teeth and sat on the toilet, only to decide to practice standing urination.
