Jolene Sanders ran her tongue over lips as she hefted her tits for the camera, still clad in their lacy but thick bra. “That’s right~ Stay right their in your chair. Move it nice and slow~ Not too fast now! Don’t want to miss the special surprise~”. She let her tits drop, one popping out of its cup. She gave a saucy wink putting it back in and reached over her bed and pulled up a can of whipped cream, a spray can of cheese, a jar of peanut butter-chocolate, and a lemon glitter water. She laid them all out on the bed for the camera to see, knees closed to highlight the darkest part of her panties covering her lower lips.
“That’s right lover~” Jolene ran her hands the length of her body from her toes to her hips to the sides of her tits to the top of her head. “Mmm!” she moaned. “I’m going to get all dirty for you~”. She held each of the items in turn. “Don’t forget, you can only pick one! But don’t forget, push too hard...” Jolene glared at the camera to remind them of the morning. “It ends. This is a gift, not an ongoing thing.” She leaned forward and shimmied so her bra clad tits would bounce back and forth. “What’ll it be?”
She smiled as the donations started rolling up the chat.
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Karyn Madison yawned as she finished up her homework, scratching idly at her chest. “Mom says I should be happy it’s starting now, but it’s so ITCHY!” She looked at the wall between her room and her sister’s. “If only Zoe was a little nicer and was WILLING TO HELP!”
“MOM DIDN’T HELP ME, I’M NOT HELPING YOU!”
BANG BANG
“Would you both stop yelling!?” Their brother Ty yelled from down the hall.
“HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE THAT COW OF YOURS SOMEWHERE ELSE?” Zoe yelled back, and Karyn barely heard the squeak of her brother’s girlfriend Tiffany.
“All of you be quiet!” Their mother shouted. “It’s been a stressful day and I do not need the headache!”
The daughters quieted down and focused back on either their homework (Karyn) or music (Zoe). Karyn frowned and pulled the wishing stone from a drawer in her nightstand. She held it between her fingers before shaking her head. Something about it scared her, a fear deep in the back of her mind that any wish would backfire horribly. She feels like she already made a wish or two that already has.
Meanwhile, the oldest son was gently gagging Tiffany with a clean dishrag while he slowly licked all around the wish grown breasts of his girlfriend. “God these are amazing.” Tiffany moaned into the gag as her man leaned into her more. For all the faults of the wish, she couldn’t deny how much more attentive Ty was in bed. For all the times they had... done... it...? Tiffany lost her train of thought as Ty pushd forward more.
“MMM!”
“Hold on baby. Hold ON. Hrk!” He pulled himself out quickly and let everything land on her stomach, holding back her legs from trapping him in. “Give me a sex, we rushed in tonight. Gotta have a rubber somewhere...” Ty trailed off while leaving the bed, just as sweaty as her girlfriend. He rifled through the drawers of his dresser.
Tiffany removed the gag from her mouth in ecstasy. “Ty-honey?”
“Yeah?” He didn’t look up, idly scratching at his tan skin.
“Do you really like them?” Ty stopped and looked back at Tiffany who was running her fingers from her covered stomach to her knockers. “Maybe when we find the stone we... don’t fix them?”
Th slid next to his lover, dark brown eyes lightening to a gentle honey. “Tiff, you said you hated them.”
Tiffany sucked on her fingers and looked at the one tattoo on Ty’s body, her name in a heart over his. Her legs squirmed to show a matching tattoo with a chain around Ty’s name on her inner thigh. Ty’s attention went down then back up to her face in surprise. “Whatever you wish... Master~”. Tiffany grabbed a small bottle of flavored water and swirled it in her mouth before swallowing, then pulled Ty in for a passionate kiss.
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Mad Dog Mike felt something was up when he entered his room at the base. All day it felt like neither the girls nor the men were giving him the proper respect! “They think a white boy can’t run this crew?” He pulled a panel off the ceiling and removed a solid piece that he tucked in his pants. He pushed himself out the door and refixed his doo when he got to his car. Firing it up he drove to the farmhouse. His little hideaway for the plants making them rich.
He was so focused on ‘teaching a lesson’ he never noticed a car pull out from across the street and follow him. One of the people in the car held up a radio. “Tip was good, Mike Jackson is on the move.”
”Keep close but not too close. SWAT is moving silent. We want Jackson and his lieutenants alive.”
“10-4”. Detective Danielle Chase clicked the radio off and looked over at her partner. “Think we can really end the Sickles tonight?”
Detective Phil Morgan shrugged. “The girls certainly wanted out.”
“Of the Sickles, not the business.”
“It was Mad Dog that made things this bad rookie.” Morgan said as he kept his eyes on Mad Dog’s car. “Yeah, they were always criminals, but there were standards back in the day.”
“Standards?” Chase scoffed. “If they had standards, they would have tried lobbying.”
Phil slapped a fat, black finger across Danielle’s forehead. “Check your privilege rookie. Those of us who grew up on the streets got shot for doing things the right way.”
Chase looked at her older partner and focused ahead as Mad Dog’s car accelerated. “Well, one way or another, the Sickles end tonight at least.”
