chapter 23

Post-dinner wine flowed in the living room, kids tucked in, Emily and Alex on the couch. Veronica, vamp casual in sheer blouse and skirt, purple nails tapping glass, eyed Anthony lounging pants unzipped casual. "Inspection time, tuna roll," she purred, kneeling before him—gladiator heels on, and makeup smoky fierce. "Show the family your work—my radical tight cut."

Anthony obliged, freeing his cock—shaved smooth groin gleaming, circumcision scar tight and proud, head exposed pink-manly. Fishy scent wafted crisp, no smegma hint. Veronica gripped base dominant, fingers tracing scar. "Look, Em—perfect blade job. No foreskin creep, head hypersensitive forever. No anesthetic forged it: raw slice peeling sheath, blood beading as glans bloomed free. Benefits shine: hygiene god—no buildup, fishy pure. Sensitivity electric—my tongue reams this ridge daily."

Emily leaned in, her long hair swinging and Veronica playing with emilys hair smelling how good itsmells. "Mirrors Alex's—your teaching, Mom. Tight cut manly, smooth shave eternal."

Veronica nodded, thumb circling head—Anthony twitching. "Foreskin hate? Right—gunk trap, loose coward skin. This? Exposed king, suckable heaven. Feminine pride carving him—goddess sculptor."

She leaned, tongue flicking scar tease—fishy pre-cum blooming. "Youthful Alex close, but mine seasoned." Pulled back smirking. "Inspected: flawless."

High-fives traded, wine clinked—vamp queens proud.