"I want you to worship my tits now," I quietly hiss as I lay back on my couch. You slowly smile as your tounge snakes out to try and lick my juices o...f your face.I let out a low sigh as you slowly begin to worship my body, beginning with my feet. You suckle on my toes, the red polish bright in the light as I wriggle them, your hands slowly kneading and caressing my bare feet. You take your time, pressing into them as you rain soft kisses and licks down on them, your hands sliding up my legs. My office.My name is Kolin, I’m well known as a street fighter, or maybe as a street fucker, But the difference is thin. I’m not really into business company and shit, I’m just here on a mission to get control of this money-making building… And today, I'm getting close to my goal, as I'm preparing the ground for my sexfight against the boss.I've always been a sexual woman, I like bringing men down to their knees begging for more. They often worship my legs, my blond hair, my blue eyes, or maybe. Then my mom shouted my name.I went there and saw her right hand had stuck in the washing sink.She asked for help. I tried pulling her hand out but it was paining her more. So I went behind her and tried pulling her backward by holding her waist. At that time my mind went on her. She was wearing a silk nighty gown. She was looking sex bomb ( as usual ).Standing so close to her and smelling her sexy body odor was giving me a hard on. I was just in shorts without innerwear so I was scared as hell.. Dennis drank in her sculpted form, so perfect to him in every line and detail. He smile grew wider when one of the last rays of the setting sun seemed to focus on Cassandra, glinting off of her metal skin to create a golden aura around her.To Dennis, the sight before him was the epitome of erotic perfection. The golden form kneeling before him turned him on like no real woman ever did. From the crown of her bald head to the bottoms of her stiletto-heeled feet, every inch of her seemed designed.