Alternate Universe

Chapter 2: Family Man

It was Monday morning. Dr. Priyanka Maheswaran’s shift in the ER didn’t start for another hour, so she had time to whip up a healthy breakfast for herself and Connie; her husband, Doug, was already gone and wouldn’t be home until evening. Being a security guard for an agency, Doug worked in various places and at various times of the day, and he’d been unlucky enough to catch a series of twelve-hour shifts this week.

As Priyanka turned on the coffeemaker, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Then Connie said, “Morning, Mom!”

“Good morning,” Priyanka replied, turning to look at the girl who, like Priyanka, was wearing a bathrobe.

Priyanka’s eyes were still a little bleary from sleep, so she had to blink a couple of times before she could be certain that underneath her daughter’s robe, something was different. Very different.

“Connie,” Priyanka said, “why do you look…like that?”

“Like what, Mom?”

“Your body, it’s…not the same.” Her eyes conspicuously dropped to Connie’s protruding chest as her voice fell to a half-whisper. “Are you wearing falsies?”

Connie chuckled, then used her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together through her robe as she replied, “No, Mom, these are realsies. Wanna see?”

Before Priyanka could reply one way or the other, Connie pulled open her robe and, having nothing on underneath, showed her mother her big, buoyant, thick-nippled breasts. 

“Oh, my,” Priyanka murmured.

Connie smiled at her. “C’mon, Mom, I’m growing up; you know that. I know they’re not as nice as yours yet, but maybe soon they will be.”

Priyanka’s dark eyebrows knitted. “As nice as mine? What do you-”

She stopped abruptly as she looked down at her own body. Big as her daughter’s chest was, her own was bigger. Her robe barely contained it; even though the lapels were pulled as close to each other as possible, Priyanka was now gazing down into a deep valley of cleavage.

She blinked. And then she thought, Well, of course.

She didn’t know why she’d been so confused. This was her body, after all—her beautiful, curvy, sexy body—and it had looked like this since she was nineteen.

“Hey, Mom, guess what?” Connie said brightly. “I fucked Mr. Universe last night.” She giggled and went on, “Although I guess it would be more accurate to say that he fucked me. A lot.”

What!? a part of Priyanka’s mind screamed shrilly. But that part seemed to be shrinking by the moment.

Instead, Priyanka found herself thinking about Greg Universe. That strange, half-bald, overweight man who lived in a van parked next to his car wash was…really something. 

“Mr. Universe, huh?” Priyanka replied, smiling slyly at her daughter. “I’ve heard he’s quite a man.”

“Oh, he is,” Connie replied. “Big and hard, too. I’m definitely walking funny this morning. Plus, I’m pretty sure I’m preggers.”

Oh my God, said that tiny voice in the back of Priyanka’s mind. But then the voice faded away entirely. 

“I hope that means you’re his girlfriend now,” Priyanka said. “And that you’re planning to have him over to the house…to make it official.”

“Of course, Mom,” Connie replied, somehow knowing exactly what her mother meant. “I wouldn’t dream of dating a big stud like Greg Universe without sharing him with you. He’s way too much man for just one girl.” Her tone turning decidedly naughty, she added, “Besides, I know you’ve been wanting to have one more baby, and Dad hasn’t managed to plant one in you. Daddy Greg definitely could.”

“Oh, is that what you call him?”

“Uh-huh. And he’d make a perfect daddy for my new little brother or sister.”

Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Priyanka put the palm of her hand just under her clavicle and ran it down over the substantial curve of her breast and then over her stomach as she replied, “You may be right. Want to invite him over for dinner tonight? Give him the full Maheswaran experience?”

“Sure!”

***

That evening, when the doorbell rang, Priyanka wasn’t at all surprised that it was immediately followed by the sound of Connie’s footsteps as she jogged down the stairs. Priyanka was a little surprised, though, at what Connie had chosen to wear: a pair of red sweatshorts—which stretched so tight across the girl’s broad ass that Priyanka thought they might rip at any moment—and absolutely nothing else. Connie’s big, bare breasts bounced happily as the teenager jogged barefoot to the door and threw it open.

“Daddy Greg!” she cried at the man on the front step, who was dressed in new-looking jeans and a button-down Hawaiian-print shirt. Connie threw her arms around him and said, “I know it’s only been a day, but I really missed you.”

Keeping one hand behind his back, Greg put his other arm around Connie’s bare back and replied, “You really know how to make a man feel welcome, kiddo.”

He moved his hand down her back and onto her sweatshorts-clad ass, which he gave a good squeeze. Connie giggled.

Greg released her, came inside, and closed the door behind him. He pulled the topless Connie to his side as he looked at Priyanka.

“Thanks for inviting me to dinner,” Greg said. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

He took his hand out from behind his back and showed Priyanka what he was holding: a bouquet of bright-orange poppies. He hadn’t bought them; he just knew a secluded spot where they grew wild. Priyanka came close and took the flowers.

“They’re lovely,” she said.

Greg looked her up and down and replied, “There’s a lot of lovely around here.”

Priyanka blushed. She had actually been looking at herself in the mirror a few minutes before Greg arrived. Oddly, she had a dim memory of having circles under her eyes. But maybe that memory was just from a day when she was tired, because now her face, and her skin in general, was flawless. Yes, she had a streak of gray in her hair, but it only seemed to accentuate how black and shiny the rest of it was. 

Priyanka’s choice of outfit for the evening was subtler than Connie’s, but not by a lot. She wore a long black dress with side-slits that went from hem to hip, and a depth of décolletage that would have made a Renaissance-faire tavern wench blush. As though her impressive cleavage weren’t attention-getting enough, she wore a thin gold necklace whose two charms—interlocking male and female symbols—dangled between her breasts. All of this was brought closer to Greg’s eye level by Priyanka’s shiny black stiletto heels, which also drew attention to her long legs.

Even as Greg gazed at Priyanka’s sexy outfit and even sexier body, his arm was still around Connie’s bare shoulders. Now, his hand moved down and fondled one of the girl’s big, bare breasts. Connie giggled quietly.

Priyanka saw this and smiled. The way Greg touched Connie, the way he handled her, so casually and yet with such confidence and ease…it made Priyanka feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time, and never as strongly as right now. Chief among those feelings was primal lust.

With as much composure as she could muster, Priyanka said, “Why don’t we go into the living room for cocktails?”

“Sounds good,” Greg replied.

He followed Priyanka into the living room, watching her plush ass sway with each step she took in those high heels. The material of her dress was flowy, such that the long slits revealed her outer thighs and the sides of her broad ass as she moved.

There was a little glass shelf on the back wall of the living room with cocktail glasses, a shaker, and other accoutrements. A few higher shelves held bottles of various kinds of liquor, and beneath the bar was a white mini-fridge that, when Priyanka opened it, Greg saw was full of mixers.

“What can I make you, Greg?” Priyanka asked. “Personally, at the end of the day-” she glanced at his crotch “-I like a stiff drink.” 

Greg smiled at her and replied, “Oh, I’d love a Sex on the Beach.”

“Perfect,” Priyanka replied. “Connie, can I make you one, too?”

In the back of his mind, Greg felt that there was something odd about a mom—especially this mom—offering to make an alcoholic beverage for her teenage daughter. But the feeling quickly faded away.

“That sounds great,” Connie replied.

Soon, all three of them were sipping the colorful, fruity drinks. Greg sat on one of the living room’s floral-print sofas with the unabashedly topless Connie snuggled up to him. Priyanka sat catty-corner from Greg on the other sofa.

“So, Greg,” Priyanka said, “I understand you and Connie have become…close.”

Connie, already a little buzzed from her cocktail, giggled and said, “Oh, we’ve been as ‘close’ as a man and a girl can be.”

Greg smiled down at her. “Yeah, our relationship is deep and meaningful.”

“So deep,” Connie added, giggling louder.

“I’m very pleased to hear that,” Priyanka said, leaning forward and giving Greg a magnificent view of the deep valley between her breasts. “And I understand that you may have put my daughter in a family way.”

This was a test. Her instincts told her that Greg was the kind of man she hoped he was, but she had to be sure. Would he deny it? Would he panic and leave? How deeply disappointing that would be. 

But Greg didn’t do either of those things. Instead, he reached down and patted Connie’s flat, bare belly as he replied, “Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be another Universe in the world in about nine months.”

Perfect! Priyanka thought. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this kind of excitement—if she ever had.

For a moment, she thought about Doug. Not because she was worried about being unfaithful to him, or because she was afraid he would find out—which he would soon, when he arrived home. It was because the realization had just hit her that as of a few minutes ago, when Greg had entered the house, Doug was no longer enough for her.

Greg was all Priyanka wanted now. She was willing to share him with Connie, and other women and girls if need be, but she wanted him. And she was becoming more certain by the moment that she would do anything to have him. She lifted her stilettos a few inches up off the carpet and opened her knees until her thighs were exposed by the side-slits of her dress. 

“What would you say to making it two Universes?” she purred.

“Hmmm,” Greg replied teasingly, “I might be interested.” He conspicuously let his gaze drift down Priyanka’s body as he added, “But I’m going to need to see the whole property before I make up my mind to buy.”

Priyanka smiled sexily at Greg and stood up. Maintaining eye contact with him, she reached behind her and undid four buttons on the back of her dress. Then, putting her hands on her shapely waist, she took hold of the fabric of her dress and slowly pulled it down, revealing more and more of her large breasts—which were impressively buoyant despite not having the support of a bra—until they finally popped free of the fabric and bounced joyously for a moment. 

“Niiiice,” Greg said. Gazing at Priyanka’s bare breasts and affectionately squeezing the topless Connie against his side, he said, “Baby Connie must have eaten well.”

“Oh, she certainly did,” Priyanka replied. “I confess, sometimes she sucked my nipples so eagerly that I had an orgasm right there in the nursery. And when that happened, I would positively gush milk, which just gave baby Connie incentive to suck me to a second orgasm. Sometimes even a third.”

“I’d like to see her do that sometime,” Greg said. “But there are some other things I want to see first.”

Priyanka let go of her dress and let it fall around her ankles. Greg smiled; Priyanka had not worn a bra or panties tonight. So now he was looking at her black bush, which was shaved to a mere vertical strip barely wider than his middle finger.

With a lusty smile, Greg said, “Well, doesn’t all that look nice. I guess Connie and I should get just as naked as you—even if Connie has a head start.” The girl giggled.

Greg took off his Hawaiian-print shirt as Connie pushed her red shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then Priyanka and Connie watched Greg take off his jeans, exposing the huge bulge in his briefs.

“Oh my,” Priyanka said, putting her hand to her mouth. Then Greg pushed his briefs down, and when his nearly erect cock sprang free, both Priyanka’s hand and her jaw dropped.

“There’s so…much,” she breathed, staring.

“I know, right?” Connie replied with a grin. “It looks like a lot, and it feels like even more.”

“Oh, yes,” Priyanka breathed, wrapping her hand around Greg’s erection, which was so girthy that her fingertips couldn’t reach the base of her palm. “I want to feel it all.”

Greg smiled wickedly and replied, “Lie down on the sofa and open that pussy, and I’ll make you feel every inch.”

Priyanka practically melted onto the sofa, falling onto her back and raising her spread legs into the air, inviting Greg into her. Greg gently moved on top of her.

“Put it in her, Daddy Greg,” Connie said. Greg could see out of the corner of her eye that the naked girl was slowly rubbing her clit. “Make me a sister I can watch you fuck when she’s old enough…or a brother with a big dick like yours…”

Greg was happy to oblige. When Priyanka reached down between them, wrapped her warm hand around the base of his cock, and put its broad head between her wet, hot folds, he pushed in. Priyanka gasped loudly.

And so did Doug, who had just walked in the front door.

“Hi, Dad,” the naked Connie said, giving her father a finger-wiggling wave.

Greg felt that he should be…something. Scared, probably. Embarrassed, maybe. Ashamed, he supposed. At the least, Doug’s entrance should have killed Greg’s boner.

But Greg didn’t feel any of those emotions, and his cock remained fully hard inside Doug’s wife’s pussy. In fact, Greg began slowly pumping said pussy—in full view of Doug and his daughter—as Greg spoke to the man.

“Have a seat, Doug,” Greg said. “I’ll be done with your wife in a while.”

The only thing Doug could manage to do was what Greg had told him to do: He sat down on the other sofa with Connie. Despite his confusion and humiliation, he couldn’t help but watch what was happening on the other sofa. Which, he supposed, was only somewhat worse than looking at his nude daughter sitting next to him.

Priyanka seemed to be deliberately ignoring Doug as she gazed up at Greg’s face and purred, “Get me pregnant, Greg. Knock me up like you did my daughter. Imagine walking down the boardwalk with the two of us on your arms, with our big pregnant bellies showing.”

If she’s trying to make me hornier, Greg thought, it’s working.

“Oh hell yeah,” Greg breathed, pumping her deeper and eliciting a loud moan. “You two’ll look so hot…Everyone’s gonna love it…”

Connie looked at her father and smiled. Her brown eyes moved back and forth between the action on the sofa and her dad. Because while Connie was enjoying watching Daddy Greg’s strong hips pumping between her mother’s thick, wide-open thighs, there was something delicious about the look on Doug’s face: the wide eyes, the dropped jaw. Connie wanted to see more of that.

“Daddy Greg got me pregnant last night,” she said, her tone as blithely cheerful as if she were telling him about her latest good grade at school. “At least, I’m pretty sure he did, with all the cum he shot way up inside me.”

Connie was a bit disappointed to see that her words had no visible effect on Doug—which was how she thought of him now. Calling him “Dad,” even in her mind, felt like giving him too much credit.

Doug himself was stupefied. Another man was fucking his wife, right in front of him, in his own living room. Yet Doug couldn’t so much as speak a word of objection, let alone try to stop Greg physically. It wasn’t that he was paralyzed; he just felt helpless—and inferior. Greg was making Priyanka moan louder with pleasure than Doug ever had in his life, and Greg was clearly just getting started. 

Greg, meanwhile, had almost forgotten Doug was even there. Now, he was fully absorbed in fucking the plush, horny, fertile woman beneath him.

“Oooh, yeahhhh…” he half purred, half growled in Priyanka’s ear as he pumped her. “Your body was made for this…”

“Mmmmmm, yessss…” Priyanka moaned. “I was made for fucking…and for breeding…” She wrapped her legs loosely around Greg’s thick waist as she added, “And you’re the bull I’ve always needed…to fill up my womb…”

Further encouraged and aroused, Greg fucked Priyanka a little faster. The woman used the grip of her thick legs around his midsection to fuck her thighs up against his hips in the same rhythm.

Greg took a sideways glance at Connie. Like Priyanka and himself, the girl was now ignoring Doug and was instead watching Greg and Priyanka avidly. Connie had put a hand on one of her own big breasts and was squeezing it rhythmically, in time with Greg’s thrusts into her mother. Connie’s other hand was down between her thighs, diddling her clit.

“Fuck her, Daddy Greg…” Connie murmured. “Fuck her pussy…all the way to her womb…Knock her up…right in front of me…in front of her daughter…”

Even though Priyanka was panting, grunting, and moaning, she must have heard Connie’s words, because she gasped in Greg’s ear, “Yes…please…impregnate me right here…in front of my husband…and my daughter…show them that you’re…my master now…that I’m your breeding cow…forever and ever…”

“Oh yeah…” Greg panted, fucking her harder. “This bull’s gonna breed you good…”

Excited by Greg’s words, and even more by his thick cock pumping the full length of her fuck-tunnel, Priyanka tightened her legs’ grip on the man’s waist and used her legs and abs to pull her pussy against his crotch again and again, matching his rhythm and ensuring full penetration on every stroke. A thrill went through her whole body every time she felt his thick cockhead press against her cervix. 

Now, she was eager to find out how big the thrill would be when he shot his seed through her cervix and into her womb. So, using her legs, hips, arms, and loud moans, she wordlessly begged him to fuck her even faster. 

Greg got the message and obliged, grunting as he fucked the lush-bodied Priyanka faster and faster until her big tits were wobbling like crazy and she was moaning nonstop. Connie rubbed her clit rapidly and squeezed her left breast hard, panting as she avidly watched Greg fuck her mother deeper and harder than the woman had ever been fucked in her life.

“Oh God,” Priyanka gasped. She thought she would be able to hold out longer, to wait until Greg came, but she was far too aroused. “Oh God, I’m going to- I- OHHHHHHHHH!”

Her pussy, already tight around Greg’s girth, squeezed him so hard that the friction of just one more pump was enough to set Greg off. He grunted “UNNNHHH!” and fired a huge load of cum up into Priyanka’s womb. 

Priyanka could feel Greg’s hot seed flooding into her deepest place, and the wild contractions within her felt as though her womb were swallowing Greg’s seed in huge, greedy gulps. Her orgasmic cry became a scream as she clutched Greg tightly to her, wanting every drop of his big, fertile load. She only barely heard Connie’s shout of ecstasy as the girl came, too.

Priyanka spent almost half a minute panting for breath before she could manage to say, “Ohhhh…oh my goodness…That was the best fuck…of my life…”

Greg pulled slowly out of Priyanka’s pussy, which gaped and leaked cum onto the sofa. Priyanka didn’t even seem to notice, as she was looking at nothing but Greg. 

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Greg smiled open-mouthed at Priyanka and replied, “Wanna try making it the second-best?”

The curvaceous woman looked up at Greg and said, “Oh, definitely…Greg? M- Master? What should I call you now?”

Greg smiled at her. “I think you and Connie can both call me Daddy Greg. Or just Daddy, if you want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Priyanka replied, loving the tingle she felt in her freshly fucked pussy as she said it. “How do you want to take me this time?”

Pointing to the dining room, Greg replied, “How about on that table? That way, I can see more of this hot body of yours while I’m fucking it.”

Connie leaped up, her tits bouncing from the movement, and said, “I’ll clear it off!”

Soon, Connie had removed the place settings from one end of the dining room table, and Priyanka was lying on it with her ankles up on Greg’s shoulders. His big hands gripped her big tits as he shoved his thick cock into her wet pussy over and over again. Connie had briefly considered participating directly in the action—maybe by licking Greg’s balls—but she’d decided to let her mom have Greg all to herself for a while longer. So Connie was standing beside the table to give herself the best view of the fucking while she squeezed and tugged her own thick nipples. 

Greg fucked Priyanka faster and faster until the woman screamed in orgasmic ecstasy and Greg again flooded her with cum. Connie didn’t reach orgasm this time, but that was okay; she expected she would be having one soon enough.

“Well,” Greg panted at Priyanka, “if that didn’t…knock you up…I don’t know what would…”

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Priyanka moaned. Her body and mind were too suffused with post-orgasmic bliss to allow coherent speech.

Connie, noting that her father was still on the living room sofa, staring blankly at the action in the dining room, piped, “Daddy Greg, can I have a turn on the table, too?”

“Sure, kiddo,” the man panted. “Just gimme a minute to get my second wind. Or my third, I guess.”

Connie replied naughtily, “Oh, I can help with that.”

“First, help me with your mom,” Greg replied.

Greg and Connie helped Priyanka down from the table and over to the sofa where Greg had fucked her the first time. The older woman still had a smile of exhausted bliss on her face as she lay down, propping her head on the arm of the couch so that she would have a view of the dining room table as she relaxed.

The moment Priyanka was settled, Connie dropped to her knees at Greg’s sandaled feet. His cock was coated in cum and Priyanka’s fuck-juices, but this did not deter Connie from taking hold of Greg’s semi-erect member and licking it from base to head and back again, over and over, periodically pausing to swallow a mouthful of cum.

By the time she was finished, Connie was doubly pleased: She had ingested close to a pint of her Daddy Greg’s precious seed, and she had made him rock-hard again. She rose to her feet.

“Ready to stick it in me now, Daddy?” she asked with an eager grin. 

“You bet I am,” Greg replied. He patted the surface of the dining table as he added, “Hop on up and show me that pussy.”

Connie literally jumped up, turning in the air so that her plush ass landed on the edge of the wooden table, which groaned momentarily from the impact. Then Connie scooted backwards just enough to put her crotch at the edge of the table, lay down on her back, and opened her legs wide.

Greg, taking his hard cock in hand, glanced over at Priyanka where she lay on the sofa. The woman was limp with exhaustion but had a smile on her face that would have looked goofy if it weren’t for the intent look in her eyes as she gazed at Greg and Connie. Clearly, she was eager to watch her Greg fuck her daughter. Doug, too, was staring, albeit blankly.

Greg gave Priyanka a lusty smile, then slowly pushed his big babymaker into Connie’s open pussy. 

Connie moaned loudly. Watching her Daddy Greg fuck her mom twice—in front of Doug, no less—had made her mightily horny, and getting herself off once with her fingers had barely put a dent in her lust. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them as she looked up at Greg, who began to slow-pump her eager pussy.

“Yes, please, fuck me…” she breathed. “Nothing…in the world…feels as good…oooh…as your cock…inside me…ahhh, fuck yes…”

“Don’t you worry, kiddo,” Greg replied, still pumping her at a relaxed pace. “You’re gonna be taking this big babymaker on the regular from now on.” He glanced at Priyanka and added, “And so’s your mom.”

Connie inhaled deeply and moaned, “A happy…fucking…family…”

Greg smiled—not only at the sight of Connie squeezing and fondling her own tits with a big-eyed, open-mouthed look of utter horniness on her face, or at the eager grip of her pussy around his thick cockshaft, but also at the mental image of Connie and Priyanka together, both dressed in lacy lingerie that left bare their heavily pregnant bellies. Maybe he had seen this in a dream, or maybe he had simply imagined it here and now, but it was a compelling image either way.

Growing more aroused, Greg fucked Connie faster. Connie shut her eyes and squeezed her thick nipples between her fingers as she moaned again and again.

Connie might have been beyond words, but now Greg received verbal encouragement from another source.

“Yes, fuck her, Greg,” Priyanka said. She was sitting up and looking avidly at Greg—especially at his cock as it pumped Connie’s pussy. “Her cunt is yours now, and so is mine…breed her…”

“Yahhhhh…” Connie moaned, agreeing with her mother. 

Greg pumped Connie faster still. She gripped her nipples tightly; the wobbling of her tits caused by Greg’s powerful thrusts resulted in Connie continuously pulling on her nipples, thus stimulating them without pause.

“Ohhh, Greg, don’t stop,” Priyanka breathed. Her hand was thrust down somewhere below the arm of the couch, and Greg knew she was rubbing her clit. “Fuck my baby girl…fuck her slutty little pussy…We’re your sluts, Greg, your shameless sluts, and all we want is to be bred like pigs…bred by you…”

Between the tightness of Connie’s pussy and the filthiness of Priyanka’s words—not to mention Doug’s vacant stare as he helplessly watched Greg fuck his daughter on his dining room table—Greg couldn’t do anything less than pound Connie at full speed. Connie moaned loudly, her voice vibrating with the hard fucking. Then she squeezed her nipples as hard as she could and shrieked as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Greg bellowed and fired geyser-like gouts of cum up into the teenager’s womb.

The fucking went on for a while longer, with Priyanka and Connie taking turns getting plowed on various pieces of living room and dining room furniture. Finally, when Priyanka and Connie were exhausted and lying on the sofa and dining table, respectively, with silly smiles plastered across their faces, Greg grabbed his clothes and headed upstairs to shower. 

When he came back down, Priyanka and Connie were both sitting up on the sofa. They were still sweaty and had a great deal of cum on their naked bodies, but they were also still smiling. Doug, on the other hand, had not moved, and his blank expression remained.

“I should go,” Greg said. “You three-” he glanced at Doug, then turned back to Connie and Priyanka “-probably have a lot to talk about. And I’m sure we could all use some sleep.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Priyanka replied. “But we’ll see you again soon, I hope?”

“Oh, definitely,” Greg said. “I’m going to be a regular fixture around here.”

“Yay!” Connie cheered.

“That’s wonderful,” Priyanka said.

***

Soon after Greg left, Connie’s mom sent her upstairs so that she and Doug could talk. Connie showered, then put on her nightgown, brushed her teeth, and got in bed. 

She wished Daddy Greg were in bed with her. But she quickly dismissed the thought; if she kept thinking about him, she would never get to sleep. But not thinking about him was difficult, so in the end, she compromised with herself: Instead of thinking about Greg per se, she thought about clothes she might want to buy so that she could look nice for him. 

And by “nice,” she thought, I mean super, super slutty. 

She giggled, and soon she was snoozing.

Later that night, she giggled again, this time in her sleep. 

“Of course, Daddy Greg…” she murmured sultrily. “You know I’m a good girl…and I always follow the rules…”

Her hands moved to her big breasts, holding them as if to show them off as she mumbled, “Especially the thirty-fourth one…”

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Up next—Chapter 3: Sun, Sand, and Sadie