Continue slowly

Thomas decided to take it slow and enjoy his ****. He stepped back and restarted time. Kim’s hand danced across her incredible bust, as she took a sip of her water. Immediately the water came back spitting out of her mouth.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Kourtney said, as Kim drooled the last bit of piss water between her tits.

“Something’s wrong with the water. It tastes fucking salty,” Kim choked looking at the bottle.

Kourtney took a sip of her water. “Uh gross, ya super salty. Why would they even make this piss water,” Kourtney complained, as she threw the bottle to the ground. She then began to snap her fingers over her head, “Hey waitress get us some bottled water.”

A young blonde was in the process of taking another family’s order when she overheard Kourtney. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” she said politely.

“How about now,” Kim said in a demanding tone.

“Yes of course,” the waitress stuttered, as she stumbled over to the Kardashian sisters. “So, two bottled waters and anything else?”

“Ya get me another long island,” a slurred voice came from a lounge chair next to Kim. Thomas instantly recognized the bitchy tone. Kylie Jenner rolled over and sat up. She wore a tiny skin colored bikini that barley managed to contain her curvy body. “And this time how about you actually put some booze in it,” Kylie continued, throwing the empty glass at the waitress. The blonde picked up the glass and scurried off to the bar, as the three snobs laughed.

Thomas contemplated his next move, as he watched in disgust the sisters brag and complain about their spoiled lives. The waitress returned with the three drinks, and was quickly shooed away without as much as a thank you.

Deciding he’d seen enough Thomas stopped time, and walked over to the bitchy beauties. Kylie was in the process of taking a sip from her long island ice tea, while the other two sisters were on the verge of falling asleep. Kim was lying face down showing off the famous Kardashian keister in a thong bikini that disappeared between her mammoth cheeks. Kourtney on the other hand was lying on her back, and Thomas was happy to see the word ‘Skank!’ lightly appearing on her upper chest.

Looking over the three Thomas decided to start with Kylie. He remembered back to that manicured hand slapping him across the face, and his blood started to boil. Going though his bag he found a bottle of laxatives. Crushing up five pills, Thomas proceeded to mix the laxative dust into Kylie’s drink.

Thomas next considered Kim’s ample backside. A few feet away from Kim was a flock of six seagulls looking for food. At that moment an Idea popped into his head. Examining his bag Thomas pulled out a bag of bird feed. He created a trail of feed from where the seagulls were to Kim’s ass. He then proceeded to dumped the rest of the feed into Kim’s ass crack making sure it got in good and deep. Thomas finished off the scene by untying Kim’s bikini top and bottoms.

“You’re gonna be in for a rude awaking with a seagull beak up that famous ass,” Thomas laughed giving Kim’s behind a pat.

Thomas continued onto Kourtney. Going through his bag for a third time he found some deep heating rub. He carried on generously coating Kourtney’s nipples, clit, and asshole before returning her bikini to its original position.

Returning to his spot, Thomas laughed at the chaos that would surely ensue.