I love the woman that paints my nails
She does it much better than my mother did
She does it much better than my mother did
Although she is rough with my hands
Filing away my cuticles
And once drawing blood
She told me once that her mother died
While she waxed my pussy
When I flinched
She said “when you hurt, I hurt”
Filing away my cuticles
And once drawing blood
She told me once that her mother died
While she waxed my pussy
When I flinched
She said “when you hurt, I hurt”