She would never, ever, ask him to take her! Never ask to stay with him! To be fair, a few minutes before hand, she probably was very close. Crying softly, she tried really hard to hold still as he cut away her beautiful red fur. She'd been so proud of it, of the way it filled out her panties. Being shaved took her back to a time in her life when she had less control. Each swipe of the razor, slicing away her power and control made her want to scream, to tell him exactly what she was going to do to him. As the razor moved near her hooded clit though, she froze, whimpering, her legs straining to draw closed. She had a large clit, pink and already swollen. No one had ever seen the soft petals of her labia before, the tight entrance of her vagina. At least the panties stil covered her a bit, hiding those things from him. "You don't have to do this," she tried to reason, her breath catching at the end as one larger drop of the medical cream melted into her delicate lower entrance.
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