Chapter 8
by 
Katnaace
Clothing change for a new leaf
Birth of a whore
Delia wasted no time heading up the stairs.
"I did it." the mother told herself, far giddier than she expected herself to be. "I'm a whore."
In some respect, she had found her calling - being the licker of pussies. Part of her is not surprised. But she suspected her technique was sloppy at best.
Arriving at her room, she opened the door up and stared into the vanity's mirror. Had she known her future job would come to her, she would've freshened herself up. Of course, the look she went with was one that emphasized her lips to an absurd degree.
"They need to be bigger." Delia thought, not at all noticing her slightly darker skin. "That way, I can get even more pussy."
She closed her eyes, visualizing what she wanted to wear.
What sort of outfit does Delia put on?
