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Misty Caitlin’s no amateur. Used to balls dusting her face, she’s the queen of all kings. Likes a chess game, just kicks the pieces off. Especially when she spots Elias, staring at her spinner rack of tits.
Photo? Yeah, he snapped her flicking tobacco. Hoodwinked her sons, sick bastards. "Your husband would want to see this." Misty’s smile dropped. "I know." Might as well squeeze lemon for limes, her core already dipped twice a week. "Okay. If you’ve got the coins, I’ll show the strings."
He threw a twenty on the table. She whipped the bra. Walnut-sized nips bounced near his lips. Boy didn’t step back. Big tits are magic, cast a serious spell. Misty’s hands clenched the back of the couch. If he wouldn’t mind, hand could slide further. There was milk to be squeezed. Old lecher knew the rules. Money made the answer clear. Cheating got the money boys.
Big tits, young hands.