“ I put my suitcase on the couch and rummage through, pull out condoms and dildos and clothespins and rubber bands and make my own decorative arrangement on the bed. When I go back around the corner, he's still kneeling by the door. I sit in the little armchair and take my clothes off while he mumbles. "Oh goddess, you're so beautiful, oh goddess, your breasts, oh goddess, your ass, oh goddess, oh goddess..." I sit in the chair, naked for the first time - usually he comes to me and I already have something cute on, so I just keep it on. I arch my back a little with my fingers on the arms and point my toes against the floor. Suddenly my mind is blank and I can't think of a thing to do with the cheeky graying man down on his knees professing my Goddesshood. I'm the Goddess, I can have anything. What do I want? There's a wetness building between my legs and suddenly I think it would be nice to be eaten out by a submissive brat I kind of love to hate. "Come," I beckon and he ...crawls. "Lick," I pull his head between my legs.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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