Honey What Now?

Sean looked left, then right. Desperately, he scrambled to decide which direction to head. Would it be better to go toward the main classrooms again or toward the arts and music wing? Weighing the pros and cons of each escape route led to the decision being made for him. A rush of footsteps sent the frazzled teen into a tizzy. Frantically scanning around him, Sean dove behind the open cafeteria door and ducked down. Just in time, as his pursuers converged only a few feet away.

"Anything?"

"We didn't see anything in the parking lot, Austin," Heath Farmer informed his team leader.

"Nothing out by the tennis courts, either," Toby Lamb added.

"Goddammit! A snot-nosed punk like Tarver just doesn't disappear!" Austin Rusk declared. "He's here somewhere, and I want him found!"

"We've been chasing him all night. What's the point?" Abner Kessler complained. "I'm ready to head home."

"You'll do no such thing, Kessler!" Austin roared. "You see this patch on my jacket? The C stands for captain. That means I'm in charge, and you'll do what I say!"

"Oh, fuck you, Rusk. I'm sick of your diva--gack!"

"Whoa, whoa! Come on, Auss. Let go of Kessler's throat," Marcus Withrow's voice came out of soft but firm. "Let go, okay?"

"Fine! But this team needs to step up!" Austin yelled.

"F-fucking n-nutjob," Kessler gasped, struggling to breathe again.

"This ain't cool, Rusk. If you want to be captain, you better think up a plan and quickly," Xavier Glove challenged.

Sean hoped that the in-fighting amongst the football team might finally give him a chance to slip out of the school. How long had he been on the run from them? Sean couldn't remember, but it felt like hours.

"Alright, alright. Here's the game plan: The defense will search upstairs again while the special teams guard the main doors. I'll personally lead the offense in searching the first floor. Everyone got that? Okay, break!"

Sean heard the sounds of footsteps leaving his location, but not enough of them. Impatiently, he waited until he heard several softer steps. Then, taking a chance, Sean stood up to peek through the glass window of the cafeteria door. Several pops startled him. Peering through the window, he saw that Kona Sango hadn't left with the rest of the defense. Along with several offensive linemen, Kona stood around drinking soda while they debated raiding the school's freezers for something to eat.

Realizing that they might be around for longer, Sean knew this might be his one shot. Slipping around the door, he snuck out of the cafeteria before anyone saw him. Out in the hall, he decided to head down toward the arts and music wing. The football team probably knows that section of the school the worst.

Sizing up his route, Sean saw that a stretch of about twenty feet would leave him in the view from anywhere in the school commons. With his heart racing, Sean thanked his earlier call to remove his shoes. Now, as he speed-walked toward the hallway, he didn't need to worry about his footsteps giving him away.

Five feet...ten feet...almost--oh fuck!

Exiting the bathroom, Max Moxey walked right past the person he'd been ordered to find.

"Hey, Sean," Max greeted with a nod. The tall, lanky teen took three more long steps before his leg froze mid-stride. A stunned face turned to gawk at Sean.

"Shit! It's Tarver! Grab him, Max!" Marcus ordered from outside the cafeteria door, a Fudgesicle dropping from his hand to splat onto the once polished floor.

"Bye, Max!" Sean responded, shoving the off-balanced wide receiver. The action sent him tumbling to the ground and allowed Sean to sprint away. He felt bad enough to apologize over his shoulder. "Sorry, Max!"

Sean's mad dash screeched swiftly to a halt just past the side door to the auditorium. A figure had appeared far ahead of him at the intersection, likely blocking his escape.

"Tarver!" Austin howled. Shaking his raised fist like a madman, he began to stalk down the hall slowly. "You're going to pay, homewrecker!"

"Leave me alone! I didn't do anything."

Walking backward, Sean caught sight of the auditorium door out of the corner of his eye. Hearing the heavy footsteps of Marcus approaching from behind, Sean yanked the door open. Pitch blackness awaited behind the door, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here; you're safe," came a friendly, soothing voice from the darkness.

Figuring he had no other choice, Sean jumped through the door. The fleeing teen fell into the abyss.

And fell...

....and fell.

SWOOSH

Air rushed out all around Sean as he landed hard on a plush material. Opening his eyes after the impact, Sean saw pink. Shades of pink filled out the new room he found himself in. There were pink curtains, pink walls, pink carpet, and pink furniture. That included the bed that Sean now lay on. And it was a heart-shaped bed with pink sheets.

Wondering where the vomit explosion of pink came from, Sean spun around on the bed, looking for clues. There, on the pink velvet wall above the headboard, were the words "Honeymoon Suite."

"What the pink?!" the teenager exclaimed. "Honeymoon? Why am I in a honeymoon suite?"

"Whizzling weddings! Why else would you be on a honeymoon?" giggled a voice next to Sean's ear.

Whipping his head around, Sean saw a dick-hardening vision of blonde beauty. With her long honey blonde hair curled, Chastity Kupp posed on her side while only wearing a frilly lace pink bra and panty set. Unable to hold the pose and sexy look on her face, Chastity broke into another round of giggles.

"Chastity? Why are you here?"

"Whitney asked me to fill in as your babysitter for this round. And wowzers, I couldn't say no to that honor, could I?" The honey blonde revealed bouncing around on the bed giddily, her bosom calling out to the teen. Reaching over, she tickled Sean with a long, pink feather. "Not when you're interviewing for your wedding."

"Wedding? I thought the Sugarbees were next, not a honeymoon!" Sean remarked, feeling both disappointed and wary.

"Honey this, honey that. The Big Boss works in mysterious ways in here."

"The Big Boss? Mr. Diamond?" Sean inquired.

"Silly rabbit! You're so funny. We're sleeping, so the Big Boss is Mr. Sandman," Chastity explained, miming with her hands that she was sleeping on a pillow. "Although, I think you will be doing some bunny rabbit stuff in here like Mr. Diamond," she added, uncomfortable at the thought.

"Back up a second; did you say a wedding interview?"

"Oh, no, I'm only here to make you feel better. You'll have to ask her for details," the honey blonde motioned behind Sean.

Standing at the foot of the bed stood a breathtaking strawberry blonde, her hair tied back into a ponytail, while a pair of ample breasts strained against the tight buttons of a baby blue blouse that she wore underneath a white lab coat. In her hands, she held a clipboard, where she currently checked off a line.

"Summer? What are you doing here?" Sean questioned in disbelief toward the second person in less than two minutes.

Summer Mayfield, his father's protégé, held up a single finger, informing Sean to wait. While he did that, Sean scanned the rest of Summer. Besides the tight blouse and lab coat, the strawberry-haired doctor wore a similar pencil skirt as Ms. Resto had on earlier. This one was equally tight but in tan, not gray. Still, he noted that the doctor's hair was also held up by a pencil like his teacher's hair. Weird. Both Summer and Ms. Resto are almost dressed the same.

"Hello, Sean. You may be wondering why I'm currently in your dream at this precise moment. There is a simple explanation for that. This part of your teacher's pop quiz includes a scientific act that she felt might be best monitored by a professional. And as your preferred attractive doctor for fantasies--fantasies that I might add I find to be disconcerting--your subconscious chose me for this role."

"Uh, about those fantasies, I can explain," Sean responded sheepishly.

"Nevermind. That would be best taken up with a psychologist," Summer replied dismissively. "I would suggest that your parents accompany you."

Cringing at the suggestion, Sean returned to his earlier question about a wedding interview.

"Yes, unlike the previous portion of your quiz, you will be the individual seeking to impress the women. Only if you do that will you be granted permission to marry," Summer relayed in a cold, professional manner.

"Marriage? I think I'm done with romance after what happened. So why would I want to jump straight to getting married?" Sean protested.

"Sean, you will never be done with romance. It's a flaw inside you that overrides any rational thoughts."

"Seanie-wawnie is not broken! He's a good little boy," Chastity sobbed, grabbing Sean protectively and hugging his head with her two bountiful pillows.

"I did not conclude that Sean is broken, but rather I--"

"Hold on. Am I trying out for the Sugarbees?" he asked hopefully.

"No, that stable of young women has been eliminated from the competition."

"Eliminated? Why?!"

Summer looked down to check her notes. "You did not find any of them worthy."

"How can I know if they're worthy before they do what the other girls did," Sean argued.

"I do not believe oral sex will reveal whether or not you find those young women marriage material. Do you?" Summer queried.

"Well...I don't know, maybe," Sean shrugged as Summer shook her head in disappointment. "Uh, so wait, what's this scientific act that I have to perform?"

"You will be engaging in sexual reproduction."

"What?!"

"You get to play bunny rabbit!" Chastity clapped.

"Although I don't believe you will be actively seeking to reproduce under these circumstances. It's possible, but with these women and for a reason listed here, it would be doubtful," the gorgeous but socially awkward doctor estimated.

"This is all so crazy," Sean gripped his head between his hands.

"Do you have a headache, Seanie?" Chastity questioned in concern.

"No, I'm fine. Uh, so who are these women?"

"The mothers of your potential wives," Summer stated.

"Mothers?! Oh. My--"

"Ah, it's time for the first one," Summer announced as a chime rang and she glanced at her wristwatch.

A door opened from presumably a pink bathroom and out walked a sexy Cuban-American minx. Wearing a white corset with a pair of tiny panties, Gabriela Lockett's D-cups appeared ready for liftoff as they yearned to explode from the top of her lingerie.

"Aunt Gabby?"

"I'm just here as an observer. You passed my test with flying colors. My little girl can look forward to fuck-filled life with you," Gabby winked, moving to sit down on a plush armchair that appeared out of the wall.

"Yes, Mrs. Lockett's request came across as unorthodox, but Bridget granted it. She felt you might be hesitant with the first mother, so a companion could provide a needed spark," Summer explained, motioning toward the doorway like a gameshow host.

Sean noticeably gulped in shock as Rachel Stratton exited the bathroom. Wearing an ivory white robe, she appeared nervous and conflicted over walking closer to the bed and Sean. That caused Gabby to give her best friend a hard slap on the rump to get her moving.

"Move it, McTits! If I can't win, then you better."

"Gabs!" squealed the kind, motherly redhead. Reaching the side of the bed opposite Chastity, Rachel **** a smile at the teenager waiting with a pitched tent. "I hope you're not disappointed with my taking a turn."

Sean couldn't believe the hot mom's uneasy words as she blushed. Rachel Stratton looked just as attractive as her two daughters.

"Disappointed? C'mon, Rach, you know the kid has probably jerked a few gallons out after seeing your jugs in a tight shirt," Gabby chuckled. Both Rachel and Sean's faces went a deeper shade of red at the comment.

"I've never cheated on Clive before. Yet, if you end up marrying one of my daughters, it will be worth it," Rachel stated, more to herself than anyone. Reaching down, she loosened the belt of her robe. With a deep breath, the loyal wife threw back her shoulders, causing the robe to slide to the ground.

"Bombshelling boobies!" Chastity exclaimed.

Sean felt light-headed as the bridal lingerie-clad body of Lana and Lacey's mother came into view. Transparent with laced embroidery, the demi bra failed to contain all of Rachel's overflowing DD-cups, while a barely-there pair of panties revealed the sweet teacher's excitement.

"Woo-hoo! I miss the fun, sex-loving Rachel McCracken!" Gabby cheered.

"Do you want one of my daughters' hands in marriage, Sean?" Rachel questioned as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Could that be a life you desire?"

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Stratton," Sean mumbled, watching in awe as the sweet face of an older Lacey morphed into a sinful version of an older Lana.

Out of nowhere, Rachel spun around and straddled Sean's knees. Without any hesitation now, the soon-to-be-a-cheating wife yanked down her prospective son-in-law's underwear. Licking her lips at one of her daughters' future fuckstick, Rachel practically panted with desire.

"That's sooo gooood to hear. I would love you in our family. I always wanted a son, and between you and Finn, I could have two." Finished pulling Sean's boxers off, the ginger-haired MILF raised herself up and over the teen's groin, slid her tiny thong to the side, and dropped down. "Oh, yessss, Sean!!!"

"Isn't teenage flesh the best, Rach?" Gabby teased knowingly.

"The fucking best!" Rachel shouted back as she started to bounce rapidly on Sean's boner. "Oh, Sean, you're so biiiig!!"

"Seanie, it's impolite not to give a hand," Chastity reminded her charge of proper etiquette.

Spurred on by his current fairy godmother, Sean reached up to grope those magnificent mounds of his possible mother-in-law. I'm in heaven. They feel so soft, firm, and wonderful!

"Ride that rocket, Rach, ride it! Screw having Sean prove himself; show him your kids are worthy of him!" Gabby yelled.

The words of her best friend sent shockwaves of pleasure through the sweet mother. Bolting upright further, Rachel rode harder and faster, bucking around like a bronco. The wild movement made it difficult for Sean to keep contact with those breasts that he'd often stared at and only recently seen out in the open.

"Oh, fuck, this is so hot," Gabby moaned, moving a pair of fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.

Sliding his hands behind the bouncing mother's back, Sean's fingers made contact with the clasp. As he began to undo it, a chime rang out in the distance.

"No, not yet! I'm close!" whined Rachel.

Sean began to panic as he realized their time might be up, and before he could finally see those tits between his fingers. Suddenly, the pink feather obscured his vision.

"Chastity!" he barked.

"Sorry, Seanie-wawnie, it's time for the next mommy."

When the bubbly blonde pulled back the pink feather, both Rachel and Gabby had vanished. In the redheaded mother's place, a beautiful blonde now slowly rode his cock, while wearing a lowcut white slip. It took Sean several moments to recognize the woman. With her blonde hair cut into a long bob and medium-sized breasts, she looked like an older clone of her daughter. And the woman also happened to be the mother of his current enemy.

"Mrs. Rusk?!"

"Call me Miranda," Miranda Rusk slowed down her movements until only her cunt continued to squeeze her potential son-in-law's cock. "Aurora's my daughter and my friend. So consider me your friend too. A friend-with-benefits."

"Why are you here, Mrs. Ru--Miranda?" Sean asked, glancing at the other two women in the room for any clarification. Summer continued to observe and write notes on her clipboard while Chastity's head moved side-to-side as if she sang along to a song.

"Because you find both me and my daughter to be hot, Sean. Or shall I say you find us fuckable?" Miranda grinned, slowly picking up her rocking pace.

"But why would I want to marry Austin's sister? He hates me and is trying to bully me again," Sean pointed out.

"A boy is being a meanie to you, Seanie?" gasped Chastity. "Poo on a stick. No, double poo on a stick!"

"Why? Imagine the sweet taste of ****, Sean, when you break my little girl's cherry. Austin would be furious if Tarver had the honor of his twin sister's virginity," Mrs. Rusk narrated with a devious smile. "Imagine Austin's horror if Rory craved your cock. If she couldn't live without it."

Sean's mind did picture the look of anger, horror, and defeat on Austin's face. Even better, his mind envisioned Austin walking in just after Aurora's deflowering to find a few drops of her maiden blood on his rock-hard cock. That would be the ultimate ****.

"Does that turn you on, Sean? **** fucks are the most intense. Give me one, and I'll set up my daughter for you," Miranda urged, beginning to ride up and down. "Fuck back, Sean, and discover the ultimate power over my son!"

Despite the tantalizing feeling of power nearly at his fingertips, Sean found himself unable to embrace the dark side fully. Shaking his head, the at-his-heart romantic stared up at his enemy's mother.

"I can't do that. Aurora isn't responsible for Austin's actions. Her virginity or love shouldn't be used as ****."

"Good answer," Austin's mother smiled in appreciation right before the feather covered Sean's eyes again.

"I told her you wouldn't go for it," Annette Baris stated once Chastity pulled the feather back. "You're a good kid, even though you broke my little girl's heart."

"Mrs. Baris!" Sean wasn't surprised, not in the least. Beyza's mother had haunted his late-night dreams since the day they started to date. She even featured in several very taboo scenarios. Her presence almost felt required.

"I'm not really here to test you. I know you rocked Beyza's world. It's Ibrahim that needs to be persuaded. He's still furious with you," Mrs. Baris relayed with an eye roll. "He can be such a prude when it comes to fulfilling one's desires. Grab a feel. I know you want to."

Pulling Sean's hands to her braless breasts, Annette let out a long moan as his skin came into contact with hers. Of course, Beyza's mother showed up topless. She also didn't disappoint with the white stockings, garter belt, and crotchless panties. These were staples in Sean's fantasies about her.

"You should stop by sometime, Sean. I mean in the real world," Annette suggested, shocking the teen. "You've heard the stories from my old cheermates. I'm often alone at the house. Stop by sometime, and you can banish my loneliness."

"Uh, for real?"

A tsking sound came from Summer. Sean could practically feel her disappointment in this fantasy development. Chastity seemed oblivious to his inner turmoil as she hummed away. Suddenly, Summer's motioning caught her eye, and she waved the feather in front of Sean's face again.

"Aw, c'mon, Summer, I wasn't taking it seriously!" the teen whined.

"You better take me serious, buster. I've been with the best man for years. So I have high expectations," Willow Rycroft warned from atop Sean.

"Whitney's mom?!"

"Did you not expect me? You saved my baby's life?" Willow frowned in disappointment. The woman who created Whitney Diamond, Honey Hollow High legend, wore only a sheer white babydoll, which hinted at where Whitney's looks came from.

"I thought you didn't like me," Sean replied, just to say something.

"I'll admit that your juvenile act at the manor offered a poor first impression. However, one can't underestimate the attraction of the knight that saved the damsel in distress," Ms. Rycroft countered, continuing to appear unconvinced by Sean's worthiness. "Whitney may not see things clearly after her near-**** experience."

"I d-didn't save Whitney so she would w-want me," Sean struggled to get out. An elegant, no-nonsense woman, Whitney's mother intimidated the teen. There wasn't any doubt about that. Throw in her stunning good looks that her daughter inherited and that she had his manhood inside her at this moment, Sean began to fear his life.

"But you desire her, don't you? Of course, you do. Every man she meets wants my daughter. So you better prove you have what it takes. Not to my satisfaction but to Whitney's."

"Whitney's?" Sean repeated, barely aware that the breathtaking blonde continued to go up and down on his dick.

"You need to prove yourself as a real man. The sort of man that can keep Whitney's attention for years and years. Can you tame the lust inside her? Can you fulfill her every desire?"

"I...I don't know," Sean answered truthfully. He could feel his old self-doubt creeping back.

"Then you'll end up like me with Harvey," Willow remarked sadly. Raising her hand, she spoke to the blonde receptionist. "Chastity."

The pink feather appeared and disappeared.

"Eek!" Sean squeaked at the woman with the ample chest bouncing up and down wildly on him.

"Hi, Sean! Bet you didn't want to see me here, but everyone wants this possibility," smiled Jillian Gibble.

Slamming his eyes shut, Sean tried to block out the naked image of the hour-glassed neighbor from next door. Don't think of her flawless, milky skin! Don't think of her wild, mussed-up brown hair! Don't think of her round ass slapping against your skin! And absolutely don't think of those monster tits swinging around! Don't ever think it, Sean!

"Sean, you can't fight the inevitable. Someday you have to acknowledge that JoJo isn't just one of the guys," Jillian leaned down to speak directly into his ear. The move also allowed her tits to rub back and forth against his chest. "She's grown up in all the right places."

"Stop it!"

"And now that Jared made her a woman, you can't ignore it any longer. The odds are JoJo will be on the prowl for a man in Honey Hollow. As her best friend, she'll want your opinions."

"No, I can't!"

"Maybe she'll want you. You know you're mom wants you two together," Mrs. Gibble continued with thoughts that Sean banished to a corner of his brain. "If you marched over and fucked in our front yard, your mom would jump with joy. I bet she'd encourage newly styled sleepovers in your bedroom. Would you like that?"

"Shut up! Please, shut up!" Sean screamed, clenching his eyelids tighter.

"Is this better?" asked a voice that Sean knew equally as well as Jillian's.

Shooting his eyes open, the teen saw a very welcome and long-desired sight. The youngest and arguably hottest mother of all his friends grinned down at her son's best friend. A great pair of firm tits beckoned his touch partially underneath the white lab coat that she only wore.

"Mrs. Denton!" Sean nearly cheered, his hands flying out to cup her luscious D-cups. "Oh, Dr. Denton!"

"Happy to make your dreams come true, Sean," Samantha Denton laughed. A pleasant sound that warmed his heart.

Behind the dark-skinned MILF, another doctor grumbled at the fantasy. "A lab coat? Surely, you need to make that appointment with a psychologist soon," Summer remarked with strong disappointment. "I hope you don't image me like--oh, please no!"

"Wait, why are you here?" Sean suddenly blurted out as an uncomfortable possibility occurred to him.

"Hahahaha! Good one, Sean," Samantha roared with laughter. "No, I'm not testing you out for Newt. I'm a lonely widow starved for cock, and you've jacked off to me for years. Those are the only reasons for us fucking."

"Oh, that's great!" Sean expressed his relief verbally and with a hard shove upward with his cock.

"Hmm, this doesn't seem right," Mrs. Denton commented, scanning the room. "Aren't we supposed to fuck in my examination room?"

"That's enough of this! Chastity!" Summer ordered.

"Wait, no!" Sean cried, attempting to shove away the pink feather. "Mrs. Denton, come back!"

"Who the hell are you, and why don't you want me here?" demanded a haughty voice.

Nearly hopping off the bed in fright, Sean spied a woman above him even scarier than Willow Rycroft. A blonde with long, curled hair, she had a pair of impressive tits, and a curvy ass, along with a regal presence. Her body was poured into an ivory-colored slip that was both elegant and long enough to pass off as a dress. Frightened out of his wits, Sean failed to answer her questions. That didn't sit well with the blonde.

"I asked who the hell you are?" her voice barked.

"I-I'm S-Sean T-Tarver," he stammered.

"Tarver? Bridget's boy? Ah, yes, I see now. You're the boy that had the balls to ask my daughter to prom twice," Sela Thirlby nodded as some pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

"Y-Yes," he squeaked.

"And you brought me here to fuck permission out of me to marry Sienna? Ah, the dumb confidence of teenage boys," Sela laughed at the absurdity. "Still, your cock feels decent."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I want!" Sean admitted.

"Boy, you better not have brought me here if you weren't serious. I don't suffer fools lightly," Sela added, squeezing his defenseless dick hard with muscles that Sean didn't know women had.

"I'm sorry! You can go!" Sean apologized, grabbing the pink feather out of Chastity's hand and covering his own eyes.

"Way to turn your fantasy into a trainwreck. Only you could pull that off."

"Lana?" Sean asked, throwing the feather across the room. "Lana!"

"In the flesh!" Sean's crush announced, throwing her hands into the air. "And in an outfit, I never expected to be in so young."

The buxom ginger referred to the strapless, white wedding dress encasing her awe-inspiring body. Looking down, Lana surveyed the bridal garment while running her hands along it to feel the fabric.

"Not bad, Seanie. I'd pick a little something more shocking and easy to remove, but you got taste, kiddo."

"Wait, why are you here? Your mom--"

"Oh, I'm here to get a second opinion. I can't let you become my ball and chain without a heavy sampling of what I'm stuck with for life. Can I?" Lana challenged. "Or I need to make sure that my little sister gets the goods that she deserves."

"Lacey?"

"Yes."

"So, you're here..."

"Because I care about you."

"But you don't want to settle down," Sean struggled to understand Lana's motivation. "You say that all the time."

"Sean, Sean, Sean. A girl likes to have fun, but she needs to settle down at some point in life. Not that I'm ever going to settle down fully," Lana admitted, her gaze falling hungrily onto Chastity. "I'm still going to want to sample hot bitches like this one."

"What?!" exclaimed both Sean and Chastity.

"Don't worry, Sean. I'm fully down to let you join in. Isn't that your go-to fantasy of me when you want to finally cum?"

"Humph!" Summer snorted.

"Uh, not really," Sean attempted to deny.

"Sean Seamus Tarver! Don't you dare lie to me in here," Lana scolded, wagging her finger. " You've spent many hours imagining countless women and me together. Let's see there's me and Poppy, me and Priscilla, me and Tuesday, me and my mom, me and a certain sister named P--"

"Lana!"

"Oh, you want me to be more like my sister," she replied, sounding sad. "I can try."

"No, I want you like you are!"

"Of course, you do! I'm the stuff of your dreams," Lana began but then sighed. "But only the naughty ones. You never dream of impregnating me. You never dream about our wedding. Don't you want to give me your baby?"

"Yeah, I want to give you me baby!" Sean shouted, imagining the joy in Mrs. Stratton's face.

"Oh, my! You do?" came the surprised voice.

"Don't you want to marry me?"

"Yes, I want to marry you!" Sean's heart nearly burst as he imagined fulfilling his destiny.

"But Peyton and I want you to marry Lacey. She's sweet and perfect for you."

"Lacey?!"

"Or you do want the wilder sister in Lana," the flame-haired nympho pressed, bouncing wildly on his cock.

"Lana?!"

"Or do you want Rammy?"

"Rammy?!"

"Or do you want both Stratton sisters? We can even add--"

"Fuuuccckkkk!!!" Sean screamed, filling the womb of the woman riding him.