“Oh, you<i>boys</i>are too much,<i>oooh</i>--!” Rapunzel cooed as she was placed between the twins and groped by their thick, meaty hands. She felt the stiff meat between her bum cheeks and ground it as best as she could, squeezing and releasing as she clutched it tightly between her well enhanced endowments. “Ah, yes, that’s the stuff,<i>mmmm</i>,” the princess huffed, eyelids fluttering as she spread her own legs in front of one of the twins (she could never tell them apart), her toes pointed as her tiny feet rested in the air. She was also Georgie’s only girl to get labiaplasty, injecting her nethers with enough collagen to plump them out and keep them full. It was a sight most men couldn’t resist and whenever she spread her legs, she found that no one could look away for a spell.<br/><br/>As her customer guided her hand down towards her crotch, Rapunzel’s small forefinger began to run itself along those plump lips, spreading the nectar that had already oozed out of her opening all over the smooth, hairless petals.<i>“Mmmm,”</i>she murmured, enjoying herself, sighing as one of the Tweedles tweaked her large, pale pink nipples. All the while, she continued to grind the cock between her derriere. The second cock found its way into her hair (men loved her long, golden locks) and as he began to jerk himself off by her face, Punzie tilted her head and extended her small pink tongue. She wanted to taste the precum that was sliding down her watermelons, the bitter taste always a sure way to keep her soaking wet.<br/><br/>“Oh, you fellas can do<i>whatever</i>you want to me,” the princess urged, squirming with delight beneath their heavy-handed touch. “I’m your whore, your—<i>oooh!</i>—your<i>slut</i>!” she chanted, repeating that the Tweedles wanted her to say and doing so with gusto. She gave them the impression she<i>wanted</i>them—<i>that</i>was the ticket to success. She was without a doubt, a top saleswoman. “I want you to use me! Do what you want!” she cried. “I want it all!”<br/><br/>She wasn’t aware that she had a secret audience anymore than Briar Rose was aware that she did not have Georgie’s undivided attention. Aurora was too into the taste of her boss’s popsicle to think about much else. All she wanted to do was please him to the best of her ability and if that meant being messy like he commanded, then she would eagerly comply.<br/><br/>Letting the saliva that had built up in her mouth drip down Georgie’s cock, Briar forced his erection into her throat, gagging on the intrusion, but making herself take more of it.<i>“Mmmm,” </i>she moaned, shivering from his touch, her nipples pushing into his fingers.<i>Oh, Georgie</i>.<br/><br/>When it was time for her to take the phone, Briar reluctantly pulled her mouth off of Georgie’s shaft and without wiping the drool from her dripping chin, she spoke into the receiver: “<i>Hello</i>.... This is Aurora at the<i>Puddin &amp; Pie.</i>I heard you were looking... to party.... Come on down and I’ll show you a good time,” she breathed, exhaling huskily. “Come and see me,<i>Puddin’. </i>I’ve got the best<i>pie</i>you’ve ever tasted and that’s a promise. It’s homemade, fresh and absolutely<i>delicious</i>,” she whispered, extending her tongue to loudly lick Georgie’s stiffy, making sure the sound carried over into the receiver.  She lowered her neck, taking one testicle into her mouth and rolled it around, moaning all the while. It really<i>was</i>delicious.