The club jammed with a nice selection to pick from, we take our time. Dismissing the usual wannabes, I decide on Wall Street. She picks Cowboy. Choices made, we lead them out to daddy's big old caddy at the far end of the lot.
I take the front, while she slides in back. The big boat is soon bouncing, reeking with fuck lust.
"How's he doing,
sis?
"Not bad. Soft
hands, good lips."
"And?"
"Could be more.
Yours?"
"Way big for what
I want."
"You and that
hungry asshole. Okay boys, you heard the lady. Time to switch seats."
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It sounds like the twins know exactly what they're doing: perfect distribution of available resources. And you write this so well, Kistin!
ReplyDeleteIt's always good to have a choice 😉
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