I had removed the garment and was happy I had.
It has been a long while since I last admired this body of mine.
I allowed my hand to caress the part it could.
I held my breast and felt it for the very first time since the battles began.
My n****e was hard and anxious. I needed s*x.
Yet I was afraid to mother a bastard into the world of wars of mine.
I was busy being horny and wet when I heard the sound of the door.
The door opened just as my fingers were brushing the rough hairs of my v****a and staring at the garment I had removed.
I had been staring at the garment for what felt like an eternity. Every stitch reminded me that someone else had already decided what my future should look like.
I had worn armour for most of my life.
Armour made sense.
It protected me.
It announ
