I gaze down at my mini-clique of lecherous lads, their eager eyes drinking in the sight of my ample bosom straining against the confines of a low-cut top. My dampening secrets are on full display, and these pint-sized perverts are lapping it up like hungry puppies.
“Alright, you nasty little pricks, gather ’round,” I command, my voice dripping with seductive promise. “Today, we’re gonna teach you how to properly worship a woman’s body.”
The boys, all wide-eyed and panting, line up before me like the obedient little cumsluts they are. I reach down, my fingers toying with the hem of my skirt as I issue my first instruction.
“First things first, you gotta get those shorts off. I want skin on skin contact, preferably with warm, hairy chests rubbing against my thighs.”
Compliantly, they strip down to their birthday suits, revealing the glistening outlines of budding erections. I crook a finger at the first boy, pulling him close.
“Watch closely, you little pervs. Here’s how you lick a dirty mommy’s pussy.” With a wicked grin, I spread my legs, exposing my slick, flushed cunt to their hungry gazes.
The boy hesitates, looking to me with wide, innocent eyes. I chuckle, “Don’t worry, it tastes like heaven. Now, get to work, you little fucktoy.”
And so the lesson begins, each boy taking his turn to worship my soaking cunt with their eager tongues. I guide them with filthy encouragements, my voice thick with lust as I relish in the depravity of the moment.
By the time we’re done, the boys are panting and exhausted, their precocious cocks hanging limply between their thighs. I stand tall, my orgasm still buzzing through my veins, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.
“Remember, boys,” I say, ruffling their hair, “a dirty mommy’s pussy is always hungry. Now, get on your knees and clean up your messes. You wouldn’t want to waste a drop of my cum, would you?”