I live in a mansion with my mother, always, and my father, most of the time. My name is Eveline Veradera, and I am 18 years old.
I have learned to believe in taking care of myself, in eating a balanced diet, and in having a rigorous exercise routine. It is with these things that I know I will succeed in life.
In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on a special ice pack while doing my stomach crunches.
I can do a thousand now.
After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep-pore cleanser lotion. It's GMO free, and contains the 3 essential lipids my skin requires to stay smooth and clear. The special blend of salicylic acid and lactic acid is perfectly attuned to my particular and exacting needs.
In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser. It's purpose is to flush out every last bit of overnight buildup that had accrued during my restful beauty sleep as well as any sweat that my morning workout had pushed out.
Then a honey-almond bodyscrub. This I particularly enjoy because of how smooth and healthy it leaves my skin. I can practically feel the glow it gives me.
And on the face, an exfoliating gel-scrub. While the cleanser lotion was good from earlier, This is my special after shower moment. I gently rub each molecule into my high cheeks. I'm careful not to smile too much during this moment, no matter how happy it makes me, I don't want to encourage wrinkles of any kind.
Then I apply a herb mint facial masque. Getting my hands on this was not an inexpensive task. Thankfully my mother is just as invested in my success as I am. She was the one who suggested this particular part of my routine. I leave this on for ten minutes while I prepare for the rest of my day.
As I'm the cheer leading captain, I'm expected to have flawless and smooth skin. So I always use a shaving lotion with little or no alcohol when I shave my legs. The pure white bubbles that disappear after my razor has gone past reveal nothing but perfection.
Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final extra moisturizing protective lotion. These final steps are there to protect me from the ravages of time and everything that will happen at school.
Of course, there's something new to my routine these days. There's a special article of clothing I put on. I snug it up close between my cheeks and make sure it is firmly pressed up against me. I really should thank that Madeline girl for making it adjustable.
From there, it's a simple matter of picking up my phone, selecting the correct contact, and sending a text. Then my fun can begin.
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"Huhnnzahahn?" Francis awoke from a deep sleep. A noise had broken through the do not disturb blocking on his phone because he had received a text message of some kind.
Fingers crept across his bedspread towards the plugged in device. The slow blue pulsing led notification light was a beacon in the deep darkness of his bedroom. Grasping the black brick he dragged it over to his face to look at the time.
It read four a.m.
He didn't groan, or moan, or anything except frown. It was far too early in the morning for anything like that. He felt the deep disappointment of being in an unpleasant situation with no easy way out. So for now, he would have to grin and bear it.
His clumsy thumb unlocked his phone and brought up the message that had interrupted his sleep. It read. "Hey Francis. I'm wanting something quick this morning. I'm all set on my end."
Now it was time for moaning and groaning. Francis did so as he pushed himself up so that he was sitting. He rested against the head of the bed with his pillow supporting him from below. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he activated his phones flashlight mode and set about searching for the special pocket that would contain Eve.
Maddie's pocket was still the familiar black. She had Francis keep using that cloth pouch as it still worked, and she was comfortable with how it felt.
Eve's pocket was a special colour of pink that Francis was slowly coming to hate these days. Morning noon and night, she texted her demands. Eat me out, I want to feel your fingers, on and on and on! Francis was beginning to regret ever getting roped into this in the first place.
Francis picked up the little pink pocket. It had slightly more heft to it than it did most of the time. A sure sign that Eve was wearing the other end.
Briefly, he considered putting it back down and getting more sleep, but that idea quickly got thrown out because of the consequences. If he didn't do this, Eve would spill the beans on the whole situation and who knows what would happen then.
So, it was with a heavy tired heart, that he would have to eat this girl out.
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The little pink flap keeping the pocket closed was pulled up and left to flop backwards. Francis reached in and pulled the hole as well as Eve's pussy out. Discarding the pocket, he hefted the warm brown vagina in one hand.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. There was this faint scent of something sweet. He couldn't exactly place it, but it was like saccharine sugar. Behind that there was almonds, not unlike a cake or cookie. Below all of it though, there was the regular deep musk of a woman.
Francis ran a finger over the outer skin that he could see. It was absolutely perfectly smooth. He could see the tiniest of little red blotches which came from a razor removing the small imperfections of skin. He knew this because own face often ended up that way when he shaved.
That soft skin under his fingers slowly warmed to his touch. Goosebumps rose where the dragging pads of his digits passed. He continued this massage until the little bumps slowly settled back down.
Finally able to learn a lesson, Even though Maddie would disagree, Francis picked up a washcloth that he now kept near the holes. Tucking it into his shirt neck hole like a bib, he took a deep breath as his preparations to dig in were complete.
Letting his tongue lead the way was the name of the game this early in the morning. He set about pushing into the lower half of Eve. Her vaginal hole parted easily for his wet bit of muscle. The feel of her warm walls were made slick from his saliva.
Francis swore he could taste something off. The usual taste of Eve's pussy was a muted salt. This morning, probably something to do with the sweet smell, he thought he could taste some soap. Not exactly a pleasant flavour.
Pushing past the off flavour was normal. In the end, the taste devolved into the same as the interior of his mouth, essentially nothing.
Licking upwards, Francis continued to spread the lips of Eve out of the way. Her pink interior revealing itself to inspection. He could see that what he had been doing was having it's intended effect on the girl. There was a hefty amount of wet seeping out from everywhere.
Touching upon the clit was his ultimate destination. Eve had asked for something quick, so he was intending to deliver. That hard nub was almost peaking out of it's protective hood. So he set about trapping it within his lips.
With the pleasure nub secured, Francis attempted a new technique. His teeth, pressed hard behind his upper lip, pushed in against Eve and kept the clit secured in place. His tongue pushed forward and rubbed against that button. First the tip, then he went further. Tip, push, middle of tongue, push, back of tongue, pull, middle of tongue, pull, tip, and repeat.
Each push outward went past his lower lip. He touched upon that little space below her clit and above her urethra. The ladies frenulum was a relatively unexplored spot if he recalled the words of professor Hartley correctly.
Francis kept up this motion for a few minutes. His chin pressed hard against the rest of Eve told him about how she was currently feeling. He could feel a little motion seemingly sucking against him. Tiny pulses that were increasing in regularity and speed. She was getting close.
