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He knew Kay loved his mustache, and his tongue gliding sensuously back and forth along it was bringing back memories for both of them. Delicious, wicked, unforgettable memories. They smiled knowing smiles at one another. "All right, then," Mikey said, "since Michael's already got a head start anyway, let's all strip for our Goddess, so that we may begin servicing every single one of her needs." Though Mikey spoke it, it was Kay's glare that actually demanded it. "Oh, yes, please do," Kay sighed, watching as all three of them now began to drop their clothing onto the floor. In no time at all, Michael's suit, every piece of it, lay crumpled at his feet. Hairy Indian Pussy Mike's shirt, shorts and sandals lay snuggled against a nearby loveseat, and Mikey's jeans and T-shirt (which Kay only now realized had been personalized to say "Playtoy for a Supreme Foot Goddess") had likewise been kicked aside. For the first time ever, her three most ardent admirers - her three most devoted footboys - stood before her naked. Kay bit her lip. She wanted to run forward, kiss all three of them at once, and grab hold of anything that dangled. Her Foot Goddess persona had now completely taken over. "Mmmm....present yourselves to me. Surround me again like you did before and let me fondle my pretty toys as I please.Hairy Indian Pussy
Grinning and excited, the three naked men circled her. They stood with their arms folded behind their backs, legs spread slightly, hips thrust forward. Kay went from one to the other, touching each of them as she pleased. From Mike's younger body and boyish good looks to Mikey's broad-shouldered torso and Michael's firm, muscular form, her fingers reveled in the male flesh so generously displayed all around her, offered up without question for her personal amusement and pleasure. She kissed his chest and tweaked his nipples...just because she could. Mike did nothing to stop her. So she squeezed his young ass and Wet Black Pussy sighed at its delicious texture. Then she moved on to Mikey. She kissed him also, rubbing her lips and chin in his beard, again bringing back happy memories. She brazenly groped him as well. In a fit of pure wickedness, she lifted her dress up and rubbed her abdomen against his. Then she pressed her upper body against him, too, and his reaction to both was immediate. She felt his curious member nudging against her panties. Though she grinned at him, and once again nuzzled his mustache, his penis, too, was apparently ignored.Hairy Indian Pussy
Then she turned to Michael. Another deep mouth kiss, more groping. His firm, fit ass she squeezed harder than the other two, her fingers digging deeply into his cheeks. She ran her fingers through his hair and dragged her fingertips all over his chest, sides and the upper portions of his thighs. But, again, she avoided his piece, though she was tingling madly with desire to fondle it. "Come and stand in front of me, all of you," she ordered, power coursing through her like never before. Cupping a sack here, stroking a shaft there, kneading a helmeted head there. She treated the three men as if they were toys, to be played with any way she saw fit...which, indeed, they were. She teased their genitals unceasingly, taking great sport in being able to grope them at will.
Denis please put it in me, she whispered, breathlessly.Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?No, no...in my...my...vagina.Oh fuck the V word. Women who use the V-word havent a clue on how to use that tasty gash between their legs. Its a cunt damn it. She was probably one of those Vagina Monologues spouting, sex-hating, sex equates violence idiots.