Addison Cain, clean freak.

No scent.
No musk.
I labored dawn to dusk.

I probed.
I pried.
No reward, I cried.

I sniffed.
I licked.
My senses were tricked?

No juice.
No gas.
Pristine, near-teen ass.

Hairless.
Pointless.
Nothing to do but caress.