Leg warmers and high heels, that’s all Destini had been allowed to wear since the moment she’d turned eighteen.
At first, she’d been a bit embarrassed by it. Being naked, watched by every man she walked passed, suddenly being shoved to her knees or face down on some furniture so they could fuck her senseless.
It was a whole week before it felt normal for her. She always had been a bit of a late bloomer.
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