>Left to go on her poke journey at the age of 10 and never returned home
>Never got the talk
>Thought she was dying after her first period
>Never really learned how to wash down there
>Thinks her yeast infection is the natural state of things
>Constant itching has plagued her for years
>You know you could tell her the truth
>You could fix this, and make everything better
>But you love stinky infected Zinnia
>You love her feta cheese
>You love how she needs you to itch her
>You spear that puss pussy every night like lancing a boil
>Something bleeds every time, like she's your beautiful virgin
>More than sex, you cure her of the itching for a brief respite
>Slamming balls deep in the slimy ichor constantly exuding from her swollen, chapped lips
>You cum inside, of course; the infections are so deeply rooted at this point you know she's infertile
>She doesn't, she thinks she's normal
>Blushing deeply as you cream her cheese, chiding you about not being ready to be a mother
>Her rotten vagina, infected to the womb with fuzzy mold, will never grow anything but spores
>You wipe the black scab flakes and pink yellow puss cum off
>You fall asleep idly scratching the puss pot, her head lightly resting on your chest
>Snoring, the little tart
