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Michelle Lam is a 20 year-old girl of Asian descent,
living in a town in England. Something that sets this 5'5", dark-haired,
brown almond-eyed beauty with the perky yet sensually soft and squeezable
B-cup breasts apart from others of her kind is the distinctly English
accent in which she speaks. In her onscreen identity as the internet
phenom CutieMish, she's charmed guys around the world and inspired
uncountable fantasies within those same guys about the things they'd love
to do to/with/for her in bed. Hearing her speak in her English accent with
her adorably exotic Asian looks damn near gets the blood to racing.
One night, Michelle heads out to a London club to meet some friends.
Wearing a sleeveless olive green top, a light summery mini-skirt with
miniature pink flowers patterned on it which comes down to just above her
thighs with an oversized black belt cinching it to her waist, and black
mini-pumps, her long dark hair flowing free down to her waist,
Michelle--whose car broke down a couple days earlier--takes a cab into the
city. Waiting outside the club, she gets a call from her girlfriends who
she's supposed to meet, letting her know they're on their way but are
stuck in traffic, and she should go inside and try to get seats at the
bar. She heads inside, several guys whistling at the sight of her long,
perfectly fit and slender legs. She smiles, pleasantly waving back at them
as she goes in...since becoming a phenom and a bit of a mini-celebrity in
her own country, Michelle's gotten used to the various types of attention
she attracts.
The club is packed to the rafters, with partiers of various ages rubbing
elbows and trying to get their groove on. Making her way through the dense
crowd, Michelle tries her best to ignore the few gropes her small but
well-rounded ass receives along the way. Her pleasant smile to the
bartender wins her a space at the stuffed bar, but there are no other
seats for her friends for whenever they show up. Michelle orders a beer
and nurses it while she glances around at the couples making out at tables
or dancing in the sunken floor a few feet away. Someone taps her shoulder,
and she turns to find a tall, handsome guy in his early 30's with tousled
brown hair smiling down at her. "Hey, hi...I've seen you somewhere before,
haven't I? Are you an actress or something?"
Michelle nods. "I've done some stuff," she shouts back over the music. The
guy stares at her a moment, and his eyes widen as he realizes, "Hey,
you're that internet chick, aren't you? That 'cutie' girl--?" Michelle
nods again. "'CutieMish', ya...Michelle. But my friends call me Mishy."
"Mishy, hi...my name's Rolly," he says, offering his hand. Rolly has large
hands, almost like a boxer's. Mishy's fits snugly inside it as they shake
hands. Rolly turns away a moment, talking to two guys next to him; one of
them, another white guy like Rolly, has dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
The other, a tall black dude, is bald but his physique is impressive
enough that it shows through the thick sweater he's wearing. All the guys
are in the same age range and handsome, Mishy notes to herself, as Rolly
points her out to them. They nod and smile at Mishy, then make their way
around Rolly to stand on either side of her. "These are my boys, Nate and
Dexter," Rolly says, making the intros. As Mish shakes hands with Nate,
Dexter--the black guy--quickly takes a small wrapped packet of tinfoil out
of his pocket. He unwraps it and dumps a white powder into Mishy's drink.
It's so crowded in the club, no one notices. Dexter tosses the foil away
and shakes hands with Mishy as she turns to him. They all chat up a
moment, and Mishy finds out that Rolly and his friends all work in stock
trading on the London Market. They're out for the night trying to score
some dates, and Mishy playfully remarks that maybe they'll get lucky when
her three friends arrive. She doesn't think anything of Rolly's comeback
that he and his pals have already gotten about as lucky as they'll get
meeting her. All of them raise their glasses to toast meeting new friends,
and Mishy quickly downs half her drink.
The four of them chat it up for a while, Mishy's ringing phone going
unheard in the din of the club, as her friends are trying to reach her to
say they're still stuck in traffic. Michelle and the guys are having a
hearty time on their own though, laughing it up and getting to know each
other. It's only when her vision starts to blur a little bit that she
thinks she might have had a little too much to drink, but then wonders how
that could be, when she's only had one beer and hasn't even finished it
yet.
Michelle suddenly finds the club music is pounding a little louder than it
should in her head, and doesn't really know what to make of it as Rolly's
hand slips around her waist and he pulls her to him, kissing her lightly
on her cute little nose. She feels someone else's hand on her, and turns
to see Dexter pulling up her skirt just enough to expose her pink panties
for him and his friends to see. Nate has his back to Michelle and the
others, looking cautiously around the club. He glances down at her panties
and nods his approval. "Prime, mate. That's totally prime."
Michelle shakes her head dizzily. "What are you guys doing..." her voice
sounds far away to her, almost like it's coming back from underwater.
Rolly kisses her forehead. "You just relax. It's time to go home."
"But I just got here..." Michelle tries to argue, but finds she can't
resist as Rolly takes her by the shoulders, turns her around toward the
exit and he and his friends march her out of the club with them. Once they
make it outside, Rolly puts his arm around her waist once more, leading
her along as the quartet heads up the street. "But I gotta wait, my
friends will be here soon..." Michelle argues weakly, slurring her words
slightly. Rolly puts a finger to her lips, shushing her gently. "A good
little girl's seen and not heard, right?" he offers cautioningly as the
group rounds a corner and Nate unlocks the doors on a silver Audi. Nate
gets in on the driver's side and Dexter gets in on the front passenger's.
Rolly takes a pill out of his pocket and offers it to Michelle. "Say
'aahhh'" he tells her. "Uh-mm," Michelle replies, shaking her head. Rolly
opens her mouth easily with his thumb and places the pill on her tongue.
He then leans in, kissing her, using his own tongue to push the pill down
her throat, which she doesn't even notice she's swallowing as she returns
the kiss, unaware her hands are on his arms, feeling up his strong muscles
underneath his shirt. Rolly ends the kiss and watches as Michelle sways
uncertainly on her feet, a dazed but happy smile on her face. Rolly picks
her up and climbs into the back seat, sitting Michelle on his lap as he
closes the door behind him and the Audi peels off into the night.
A couple hours later, the guys arrive at the small private house they've
rented for the weekend, out in the countryside. Each of them has been
dying for a turn at their young exotic captive, but they've managed to
hold off until they reached the house. But with bulging hard-ons in all
their pants, they know they won't last much longer unless they get a taste
of the sweetness barely hidden underneath Mishy's little skirt. "C'mon
honey, wake up, we're home," Rolly tells Michelle, gently prodding her as
she dozes on his lap, her head against his chest. She sits up and looks
around, groggy, at the dark woods surrounding the small house. "W...where
are we?" she asks as she looks up at Rolly, barely recognizing him. "I
told you sweetie, we're home. Let's go, come on." Michelle looks at him a
moment, puzzled, but then slides off his lap--her skirt and panties riding
up a bit as she does so--and gets out of the rear passenger side. Nate's
already at the front door, unlocking it and turning on the lights as he
enters, Dexter right behind him. "Come on you two lovebirds--time to get
inside and get at it," the black man calls back to Rolly who's waiting for
Michelle as she reaches under her skirt and undoes the wedgie her little
pink panties have given her. Rolly takes her by the waist and leads her
into the house, which has a sunken living room floor with a bearskin rug
and a couch. There's a tiny kitchen off to the side of the living room,
followed by a bathroom. The bedroom is off to the other side.
Michelle looks around, shaking her head, which is hurting a little. "I
don't understand...how did I get here?" she asks Rolly.
"Doesn't matter now," Nate says as he drops his pants, revealing a nice 7
1/2 inches sporting some glistening precum at the tip. "What it's all
about is getting inside that tight little snatch of yours." Michelle gasps
at the sight of Nate taking off his clothes, and now Dexter also pulling
down his pants, showing off a hard black cock that's even longer and
thicker than his friend's. Mishy turns to Rolly. "What do you guys think
you're doing?!" Rolly grabs her sharply by the arms, shaking her for
emphasis as he says, "Making you into our little fuckbunny. Your only job,
little Mish, is to quit running your yap and open every hole you've got
for us, right!" He shoves her backwards, and Michelle slips on the carpet,
falling onto her tight little ass with a yelp. With fearful tears in her
eyes, she watches as Rolly begins to take off his shirt and pants, then
looks up to see that Nate and Dexter are standing on either side of her,
their cocks pointing accusingly at her young face.
As Michelle stumbles to her knees, trying to get up, Dexter grabs one of
her hands and wraps her slender fingers around his cock. "Here, babe...you
can use this for support," he laughs as his mates join in. Before Michelle
can protest, he grabs her roughly by the back of her hair, forcing her to
cry out fearfully. "Let's get her started...here, she can blow you first,
Nate. Your dick might go down easier for her than mine."
"Hey, fuck you, cock!" Nate responds with a laugh, only slightly offended.
He then nudges his thumb at Rolly, who's now wearing only his black socks,
his 8 inch cock sticking out stiff as an ironing board. "Rolly should have
first go, he's the one who scoped her." Rolly moves forward with a shrug,
smiling as he looks down at their little captive, whose body is trembling
in terror. "Suits me just fine, guys...believe me, I have no problem with
it. Wanted to fuck this little minx since I first laid eyes on her! Open
up, sweetheart."
Michelle waves her free hand, as if trying to ward off Rolly's cock with
some type of magical gesture. "Please, please...I don't know you guys,
please! Please don't do this...I just wanna go home!" She breaks down now,
crying openly like a little girl. Rolly reaches down, gently cupping her
chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. "Ssshh, my little dove.
We tossed your cell phone out the car window on the way here, so no one
can call you. We're out here in the countryside, where no one can hear
you. You're not leaving. Of course I knew who you were when I saw you in
the bar. You're all over the internet...YouTube, MySpace, all that
bollocks. Problem for you is, this is the kind of shit that can happen
when you make yourself a celebrity. Problem for you is, you've posted pics
of your doddering dad and your fairly fuckable mom in the past. Now, it's
time for you to be our star. Our little CutieMish. You're gonna do
everything we say--and I do mean fucking everything--or we'll just tie you
up, and in a couple hours you can watch as we bring your mommy back here.
And unless the baby comes out black as ol' Dexie, you and moms can try and
guess which one of us two here," he says as he points his finger back and
forth between himself and Nate, "is the one who gave you a little brother
or sister to play with."
"Oh my gosh," Michelle sobs. "Why would you do this?"
Rolly looks to his two friends, shrugs, then looks back to Mish. "Because
we can!" he says, and the three friends laugh heartily. "Now, you
understand that you're our little baby, right? Otherwise..."
Michelle nods sadly, tears spilling down her face and onto her olive green
top. "y...y...yes, I understand."
Rolly nods, satisfied, then looks at Michelle's right hand, still forced
to hold onto Dexter's shaft with his own hand. "How's it feel, having her
little hand wrapped around your sausage, mate?" Dexter whistles and
smiles. "She's got soft, soft hands, Rolly. You should feel it around your
own cock."
"I will," he assures him, then says to Mishy, "I don't think Dex needs to
keep your hand in place, does he?" Michelle shakes her head. "Go on,
Dex...you can trust our girl." Dexter nods and removes his hand. Michelle
obediently keeps her hand in place, loosely holding onto the black iron
rod. "C'mon, bitch...fuckin' wrap your hand around it!" Dexter snaps.
"Hey, easy brother. Manners," Nate says and bends over, looking into
Michelle's tear-swollen eyes. "It's 'cutiebitch'. C'mon, cutiebitch...give
Dexie's cock a good, firm grip. And while you're at it, start stroking my
pipe too."
Stifling a sob, Michelle gets a firmer grip on Dexter's black meat, then
reaches up as Nate stands on the other side of her and firmly wraps her
little fingers around his wide white cock as well. She slowly begins
stroking the two of them, while Rolly stands in front of her. "You a
virgin?" Michelle shakes her head no. "Fuck," Rolly says, disappointed.
"Oh, well...we all make due with the best we're given, eh? Open wide,
sweetie."
Michelle's breath comes in little anxious pants as she stares up at his
rock hard cock. She's about to beg him not to make her do it, but the look
in his eyes cancels that out. With a light gasp, she opens her mouth as
wide as she can as Rolly holds the side of her head and pulls her forward,
making her balance on her knees precarious as she tries not to fall when
he pushes his cock into her mouth. He slips it in a little slowly at
first, but then forces it in all the way, tickling her tonsils and
enjoying the quick little gagging sound she makes just before she starts
sucking him, all while she keeps stroking Dexter and Nate's cocks
positioned on either side of her head.
"Oh, fuck!" Rolly says, genuinely surprised. "She's really fucking good at
this!" he announces to his friends, his breath coming in abrupt little
huffs far before he wanted it to. "Shit, seriously guys...I wish I had a
fucking blue ribbon to give this bitch!" Rolly lets go of the sides of her
head and holds onto the back instead, forcing her lips apart further to
accommodate his cock as he begins furiously fucking her face, he and his
boys getting harder even more to the sounds of Mishy's lips slurping and
smacking on his cock, which is slick from her saliva and Rolly's own cum,
which is starting to dribble out of him due to the moistness of her warm
lips. Mishy moans sadly, disgusted with having to go down on someone she
barely knows and certainly doesn't love...and it's that pitiful sound
which turns Rolly on so much that he cums almost instantly, depositing a
load of his sperm down Mishy's throat. Just as he pulls out, Dexter and
Nate cum at the same time, splashing the sides of her head and hair with
their sticky mess. Rolly finishes on her face as well, and Michelle
screams loudly in agonized disgust, hoping against hope that someone will
hear her.
"Fuck," Dexter says as he stumbles back a bit, spent with cumming so hard
on the young woman's face. "Shut this bitch up, man!" Rolly waves him off.
"No, let her get it out of her system. I think it's sort of fucking hot,"
he says with a chuckle. After a moment, Michelle calms down, her body
shaking as the scream's taken so much out of her. Nate reaches down,
grabbing the bottom of Michelle's splattered shirt and begins pulling it
off of her. She grunts in protest and tries pulling away, but Dexter and
Rolly grab her arms and legs, bringing her back and pinning her to the rug
as Nate now tears at the shirt, ripping it off of her and exposing her
cute little B-cups wrapped up in a pink bra. "Shit, bitch, I just wanted
to wipe my dick off," he says, then plops down on the carpet, wiping his
dripping remains with her shirt.
"Please...please stop this," Michelle begs them, looking more to Rolly. "I
won't say anything. Just leave me and my family alone, please..." Her body
shudders as she sobs, her beautiful bra-covered breasts jiggling in
response, turning the guys on. Rolly gently pats her leg, bringing her
attention back to him. "Answer a question first: if you have a choice
between me, Nate or Dexter knocking you up, getting you pregnant, which of
us would you want to be the father?"
Michelle's eyes widen in astonished shock. She can't believe she's being
asked such a horrible question! "Why...!" Dexter slaps her thigh, making
her yelp in pain. "Fucking answer the question! Which one of us do you
bring home as your baby daddy?"
Michelle looks at the three of them, terrified of giving the wrong
response. Finally, she points at Rolly. Nate and Rolly laugh, giving a
fist pound, but Dexter is livid. "What the fuck--! What, you wouldn't
bring me home? Is it 'cause I'm black?"
"Nonononono..." Mish responds, eyes widening in fear.
"Well, we'll teach you a fucking lesson, won't we," he says and wraps his
arms around her waist, picking her up effortlessly and throwing her onto
the couch. He rips his shirt off then climbs atop Michelle, pushing her
thrashing legs open and tearing her little skirt off of her entirely.
"Hey, mate--don't damage her," Nate says. "Yeah, leave some for us," Rolly
adds with a laugh. Dexter isn't even listening as he pulls Mishy's pink
panties down viciously, tearing them from around her ankles as she
screams. "The fuck up!" he yells, backhanding Michelle and dazing her
slightly. Her legs slump on the couch, and he grabs them now, lifting and
spreading them, holding her cool, slender legs high over his shoulders as
he positions his black monster at the entrance to her tiny Asian love
hole. He calms himself down a moment as he looks at her half-open eyes.
Amazingly, there's no bruise forming on her smooth, beautiful face, and
he's happy for it. "You should be proud to be the mother of my child," he
whispers through heavy breaths...
"EEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Mishy screams, suddenly snapping awake and trying
to push Dexter off from on top of her as he pushes his nine inch demon all
the way inside her snatch, which she never realized was so tight until
this unthinkable dark meat started feeling like it was going to split her
open. Dexter reaches behind Mishy's back, holding on tightly as he gets in
a better position to mount her, the young Asian woman's legs resting on
his shoulders as he shoves his cock in tight and starts getting to work,
fucking her in long strokes at first, then shorter ones with more passion
and fury behind them. Mishy can't help but moan in painful shock and
somewhat surprising pleasure, even while Dexter's cock seems to punch a
hole through her with each thrust. To Mish, it's like the pain of losing
her virginity magnified times ten. Still, as her pussy widens and flexes,
getting used to her dark fucker, her tears melt away and she can't do
anything but hold on for the ride, her pussy getting wetter as his buddies
chant "Dex!Dex!DEX!!" behind him.
Finally, an explosion of shame and humiliating pleasure for Mishy, as she
and Dexter cry out together, her punished pussy unleashing a wave of sweet
juice, matched only by his cock, which shoots what feels to Mishy like a
truckload of hot sperm, pushing through the torrent of her juices in its
search to seek out and conquer her ovum! Michelle collapses against the
couch, stars behind her eyes as Dexter's body weighs her down. He slowly
pulls out and stands, her legs sliding down from his shoulders to hit the
non-carpeted part of the floor with a thud. He looks down at her stunned
expression, his own face unreadable a moment, but then a wicked smile
breaks out as he turns to his friends. "And THAT'S how you knock a cute
Asian chick up, my brothers!" Dexter crows to his friends. They laugh and
slap hands, then Nate heads over to the couch, reaching down for Mishy's
oversize belt...the only thing she's wearing now, besides her pink bra and
mini-pumps. "Here, you look stupid with this on. Let's get it off, hey?"
"Hey man, leave it on," Rolly protests. "I like it on her."
"Well, it's my turn now, and I don't," Nate says, annoyed, then pulls the
belt off of her entirely. Mishy is crying again, fearful of what's next as
Nate rolls her over on her side. "Get up on your fours, cutiebitch. Do
it," he snaps, slapping her ass harshly with his hand. With a sob,
Michelle does as she's told, getting on all fours on the couch. Nate
half-kneels behind her, bending the belt in half and rubbing her wet,
sticky pussy with his fingers. Out of nowhere, he snaps the belt hard
across her right ass cheek, making Michelle scream in painful surprise.
"That's not what I want to hear," Nate says darkly, now rubbing her ass to
take the sting from it. "Every time you get slapped, you say 'please one
more, daddy'. Got it?"
Mish has a look of numbness on her face; she can't begin to wrap her mind
around how she got in this situation, or why these men are doing this to
her. She turns her face away from Nate, bowing her head in shame, strands
of her cum-streaked hair sticking to the sides of her face as she begins
to cry openly again. Angrily, Nate slams the belt against her left ass
cheek, bringing her attention back to her duties as her head snaps up and
she screams "PLEASE ONE MORE, DADDY!!"
Rolly and Nate laugh hysterically, surprised that she gave in so quickly.
Nate smiles, content, making her repeat her line as he alternates belt
slaps against both sides of her small, quickly reddening ass while he uses
his free hand to finger her to further wetness. Mishy can't believe that
in between belt slaps, her pussy's actually managing to get wetter! Tears
streak her face and she can't help but cry as she's forced to keep
screaming out what Nate wants to hear, as he brings his free fingers
around to her anus, where he begins inserting them and lubricating it,
occasionally going back to her pussy to obtain more moisture as needed.
Finally, he throws down the belt and takes Michelle by the hips, beginning
to push his cock into her asshole. With a savage grunt, Mishy claws at the
couch, trying to use it to pull herself away from him. "No, no, no, NO!!"
she screams desperately, trying to slip out of his clutches. Nate answers
this by jumping up and bringing his body down hard on her back, slamming
the both of them into the couch cushions, stunning her. He forces her ass
cheeks open with his hands and plunges his cock in all the way in two
quick, sliding thrusts--making Mishy cry out in an agony she didn't think
she could feel, as his wide cock spreads her anus to what she swears will
be its ripping point.
As Nate begins ass-fucking the helpless girl, Rolly rubs his hands
together eagerly and looks at Dexter. "I do believe it's time for a bum
rush," he quips as the two get to their feet and head to the couch. Nate
moves into more of a seated position, still tugging on Michelle's ass
while Rolly and Dexter turn her over onto her side, flattening her back
against the couch. By now, Mishy can anticipate what's coming, and she
begs them to stop, but they ignore her pleas entirely as Rolly throws her
leg over his shoulder and inserts his cock into her pussy, fitting in
tightly yet nicely. As Mishy opens her mouth to cry out, Dexter holds it
open roughly with his hands and slides the first four inches of his black
shaft inside. He kneels on one of her hands while Rolly holds the other
one pressed against the couch to keep her from flailing. Dexter gets back
up on his knees for a better fit back into Mishy's ass and Dexter tears
off her bra, finally exposing her beautiful little breasts with their
extremely hard nipples.
Between trying not to choke on the thickness and length of Dexter's cock
and attempting to ignore the painful yet oddly pleasant sensation in her
ass and pussy, Mishy finally just gives up, going limp and letting the
three men have their way with her as they fill up every hole she's got,
just as Rolly had predicted. As she tries to detach herself mentally from
what's happening to her though, something happens that Michelle didn't
anticipate: surrendering to these men, her nerve endings in her body have
finally given in, allowing themselves to fully feel the pleasureful
strokes and sensations of three cocks sliding into her at once. The nerve
endings in her ass, of which she was never really aware before, have come
alive, stimulated by Nate's thickness. Her pussy, although now having such
a used feeling to it, clenches tightly around Rolly's cock, eagerly
accepting of his sperm pouring into it(secretly, Michelle hopes that if
she does get knocked up, that the baby will be Rolly's. Her parents would
at least be more accepting if she brought a white man's baby home,
although personally the thought of having Dexter's chocolate offspring
tends to help keep her pussy wet). And although Mishy can't fully fit all
of Dexter's cock in her mouth(at best, she's doing 4 1/2-5 inches of his
nine), he seems happy just to be getting his rocks off inside it. Thanks
to the fact Mishy used to give her last boyfriend a lot of head, she's
able to swallow all of Dexter's jism easily, which is keeping him calm and
content.
Unexpectedly, her fingers close around Rolly's, and he picks up on it
right away. "Hey, check it out, boys...our little girl's finally learning
her place!" Dexter looks into Mishy's eyes and sees the embers of desire
and lust within her eyes being fanned into flames. "Yeah, fuck, look at
that! She's totally getting into it now!" He nods to Rolly, who lets go of
Mishy's hand, which instantly wraps around Dexter's dick. She now begins
moving her head in unison with the black man's thrusts, managing to take
in another half inch of his cock. "Yeah, that's it cutiebitch!" Nate says
with a laugh. "Suck my friend's cock right off!"
The three friends laugh, and begin fucking Mishy's holes more furiously
than ever before. It isn't long until the four of them have worked into a
rhythm, and all cum hard together. As Nate leans back, his cock plopping
out of Mishy's anus, Rolly kisses her inner thigh and lets her leg slide
off his shoulder. Dexter's the last to pull out, holding Mishy's face
still so he can spray some jism across her lips. Mishy lay on the couch,
slowly licking her lips and staring down at her pussy and sore ass, which
have her men's love juice dripping out of them. She shakes her head,
bewildered. "I never, in all my life, thought I'd have so much cum
dripping out of me from every leaky spot available." She starts to laugh,
but it turns into a sob as she looks at Rolly. "I don't want to be a
slut..."
Rolly sighs and sits beside her. "Hey, we found you. You're not just any
slut...you're our slut, which makes your pussy our property. Any other guy
tries to put the moves on our pussybitch gets a right shankin'! Ain't that
right, boys?" His pals nod their agreement. Rolly starts to pat her on the
head, but forgets about the sperm in her hair, which gobs onto his hand.
He tells his chuckling friends to shut up as he offers his hand to
Michelle. "Lick it clean."
With a resigned sigh, Michelle Lam takes Rolly's hand in her own and
begins licking the sticky remnants of their first cum session off his
hand, her tongue lapping out like a kitten's. As she does, Nate gets up
and heads into the bedroom while Rolly takes her chin in his other hand,
looking into her eyes as she licks his sticky hand. "See? This is the
difference between a good, personal slut--which is what you are, and will
continue to be, unless you want to watch us bone your mother like we did
you. We'll let you go about your life, taking your classes at university,
doing your stupid YouTube vids and the like...and in return for that,
you're at our beck and call in your free time. One of us calls and tells
you we need a blowjob, stat, the only thing coming out of your mouth is
'do you have knee pads there, or should I bring 'em?'"
Dexter looked down at Michelle. "You understand your place, little girl?"
Mishy looked up at him and his still-hard cock, so tantalizingly close to
her lips. She was hungry. She then looked at Rolly, whose own semi-hard
prick would definitely require some attention from her lips. She nodded.
"I understand, guys. I'm your fuckbunny."
Just then, Nate came out of the bedroom with a camcorder and tripod,
setting them up at an angle pointed to the couch as he said, "Speaking of
YouTube...wish I'd thought of this earlier."
Michelle Lam's mouth dropped open. "Oh, c'mon, guys...!"
CutieMish's latest video was YouTube's most popular ever, with more than
10 million hits in under an hour. It only got pulled down because the
constant page openings crashed the site's servers more than 15 times in a
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