Years later, a continuation to Breaking Bad.

You decide to have a more direct continuation to the series than the El Camino movie, with Jennifer Connelly reprising her role. You have it set five years after the conclusion of the final episode, following on from it.

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It opens on Carmen of all people, Walt's former principal. You show her stepping out of the shower, water glistening on her fine, MILFy latina body as she towels off and puts on a robe. She comes out into the living room, her house is a single story one in the Albuquerque suburbs, not unlike the Whites' was.

She is greeted with a kiss by her beautiful black wife.

"Mornin', sleepyhead." The other woman, Angela, laughs. She looks down thick rimmed glasses at Carmen. "Well I hope you enjoyed the lie in, David's full of energy today."

The camera shows a child, five or six, playing with toys by the sofa, crashing trucks into each other. He's paler than Carmen herself, leaving no doubt as to who the father is.

"I was thinking we could maybe go round the park once you're dressed?" Angela continues, not noticing Carmen is lost in thought. The principal replays her lapse of judgement over and over in her mind's eye. She was engaged to the woman of her dreams, and yet, she'd accepted Walter White's advances, not yet even knowing he was the dreaded meth kingpin Heisenberg.

Coming clean, as she'd obviously had to when she started to show, had nearly cost Carmen her relationship, but after a period of seperation, and a lot of counselling, Angela had come to forgive her. Hell, they planned on having children together eventually anyway. This was just an... acceleration of their timetable.

"...The park sounds good." Carmen says eventually. "Right now, it's all we can afford."

"Ugh, can we not think about money for a couple of hours?" Angela responded. "I've spent all morning trying to think of how we can pay these bills." she nods her head to a stack of opened bills, most of them past due.

It wasn't cheap to raise a child these days, and an unplanned pregnancy, on a public school principal and a Motor Vehicle Divison clerk's salaries had them squeezed. In fact, they'd recently had to re-mortgage their home.

"Coffee?"

Carmen nods, and Angela potters into the kitchen.

"One of those letters was for you, babe." she tells her wife. "Looked private, so I left it be, I know how you are."

Frowning down at the unexpected letter, Carmen opened it.

It consisted of a small piece of card, with a sparse few words printed in pen on one side, and a ticket. A plane ticket. Carmen nearly fainted when she saw the familiar handwriting.

"YEKATERINBURG. ONE MONTH FROM NOW. I CAN HELP.

HE'S MY SON TOO. "

Carmen drops the card, her hand shaking.

"Babe, we're out of sugar." Angela's voice comes from the kitchen, clueless. "Stevia okay?"

The other woman sticks her head back into the main living area. Just before she does, Carmen sweeps the message under the table, hiding it from view.

-

Over six thousand miles away, the action continues in a darkened bedroom. We hear a man, moaning in abject pleasure, as Jennifer Connelly sucks on his cock. We see the deed from his POV, Jennifer making incredible sensual eye contact with the camera. A few moments of this, and he cums, frantically spilling his seed in the sinfully beautiful woman's mouth.

"Jenny, what did I ever do to deserve you?" Walter White asks, his breathing heavy.

Walt's former student lets takes the cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"Just lucky, I guess." The former stripper says in her southern accent, after she swallows his load of course.

Jenny sits up. She's almost naked, clad in nothing but a black thong. The camera drinks in Jennifer Connelly in her prime, highlighted by the moonlight streaming in from a nearby window.

"When it comes to you, I sure am." Walter chuckles. "I really ought to thank Carmen."

"Huh?" Jenny asks, not following. "What does Principal Molina have to do with... us?"

"Principals assign classes, Jenny." Walter explains, sitting up. "If Carmen never put you in my chemistry class, if she hadn’t hired you after college, we'd never have gotten together, never come here, no George, no Catherine..."

"Damn. I never thought of it like that." Jenny realises.

"Subatomic particles in endless, aimless collision..." Walter echoes.

"I don't care if it was subatomic whatevers, God, Carmen..." Jenny smiles sweetly. "However it happened I'm glad it did. You're my man, Walter."

The much younger woman cuddles up against Walter.

"And you... you're the love of my life, Jenny." It had been hard for Walter to say it at first, when they'd begun their new life in earnest, after everything with Skyler. But now, after their second child together, he could admit it more easily.

"I'd kiss you, Mr. Heisenberg, but I don't wanna go get the Listerine." Jenny says playfully, hugging Walt tighter.

They hold each other a few moments longer, before Jenny notices Walter returning to hardness.

"Looks like I gotta take care of that." Jenny says, shooting Walter a provocative look. She only worked a pole a very short time, but Walter could definitely understand how she'd done so well. It wasn't all down to her flawless body.

The beautiful Jennifer Connelly slides down, until her torso is above Walter's waist.

"How 'bout another hug, Walter?" Jenny says, teasing her man by taking her big, perky tits and jiggling them in each hand.

"Do it." Walter says.

Jenny lets him have it, engulfing his cock in her bountiful titflesh. Walter moans appreciatively as she lets a wad of spit loose onto his cock and then uses her ample tits to massage it into his cock.

Jenny is ecstatic, being able to so clearly see the pleasure she's bringing to her man. A man she adores and respects. A man she would and has killed people for.

The couple look into each other's eyes, thinking about their time in New Hampshire as they do. When Walt's cancer was at it's worst, and the only thing that could help him tolerate the pain was a little pleasure to leaven it with.

Walt's body couldn't be more different from then, Jenny thought. He had been so skinny, then. Walt was a proud man, but she knew his frailty, contrasted with her exuberant and radiant teenaged sensuality, had embarrassed him.

Still, Walter had been cancer free for years at this point, and was looking healthy. With good living, hearty Russian food served by Natalia, their very understanding housekeeper, and not much to do except go on walks in the woods with the kids, Walter White was in pretty much the best shape of his life.

He'd kept the full beard and head of hair he'd grown out in New Hampshire, only fuller now, since he'd long finished chemotherapy. All the better to disguise his identity.

"You gonna cum, Walter?" Jenny asked teasingly. "You gonna cum for me?"

Walter held out as long as he could, wanting to stay enveloped his girl's warm tits as long as he could, but eventually his body betrayed him, and he gave Jenny an answer, wordlessly. He let out a ragged moan as he came once again, spurting a second load onto her tits and chin.

"I can tell you liked that." Jenny giggles, scooping some of Walt off her chin and sucking it down.

"Must be my birthday..." Walt said, completely satisfied.

"Not 'til next month, mister!" Jenny reminded him. "And if I ever get to thinking that is only a once a year thing to do to my babies' daddy, I don't know what I'd do with myself!"

Walter chuckles.

"Do you think Carmen'll come?" Jenny asked, cleaning up her face and chest.

"From what the private detective told us, her and her... wife are stretched thin. Really thin." Walter reasons. "She'll bite."

"But knowing where the money came from. Couldn't that bother her?" Jenny asks.

"It could. But you're a mother yourself. You'd do anything to ensure George and Catherine are provided for, right?" Walter asked.

"You know the answer to that, of course." Jenny smiled. "That tears it. Guess I'm gonna have to get her a welcoming present. I'm guessing Hallmark don't do a card for this."

"Probably not." Walt says, exhausted, and ready to turn in.

"Not so fast. Enough about Carmen." Jenny says mischievously. She lifts a leg, and yanks off her thong. She throws it at Walter, it landing on the middle-aged man's face before he swats it away.

"Now we take care of me."

Walt gets a glimpse of a fully naked Jennifer Connelly, something the camera savours in equal measure, before she mounts him and begins to ride him cowgirl, quickly fucking him back to full hardness.

The perils of a much younger wife, the chemist thinks to himself.

As Jenny rides Walt hard, beginning to moan and cry out to him, the camera pans down, to the floor, where Jenny's dress is discarded, then through the carpet, underneath the floorboards.

There lies a neat, plastic-wrap sealed square of tightly packed US Dollars. To it's side, a mound of roubles, in 2000 rouble bill bundles, about half the size of the dollar stash. This one has seen clear signs of use, the Whites dipping into it when needed, for access to the local currency.

The camera stays on the piles of **** money for a few seconds, the audio of Walt and Jenny from above still discernible as the couple get more and more impassioned.

"That's it, that's it, that's it!" Jenny screams, orgasming.

"Blya da!" She squeals. Evidently, five years had been enough to learn a little of the language...

-

You show one final scene before the end of the first part. It's early morning now, and judging from the frosty weather outside, still in Russia. The camera pans over a beautiful woman, sleeping in a rather dirty bed.

Shifting in her sleep, we get a good look at her. The nude woman is played by a prime Milla Jovovich, her undressed body a work of art. A couple of tattoos, a word or two in cyrillic, and bird, a chain, dot her body.

A knee to her ass sends her flying out of the bed, landing on the dirty floor with a thump!

"Просыпайся, сука!" Comes a harsh male voice from the other side, in Russian, but subtitled for the audience. "Wake up, bitch!"

"Grigori, what the fuck!" Milla protests, also in Russian, rubbing her ass. The male figure in the other side of the bed sits up, letting out a deep, rumbling laugh.

He's highly muscled, and makes the 5'7" Milla Jovovich look like a doll in comparison. His body is riddled with tattoos, suggesting a criminal connection. His head is shaved, his facial hair styled into a curiously familiar goatee.

"Хватит твоего дерьма, Катька" he says. "Enough of your shit, Katka."

"Идти в магазин. Купите перечисленные расходные материалы.""Get to the store. Buy the shit on my list."

"How 'bout a taste first? Wake me up?" Katka nods to a table, laden with **** paraphenalia on the other side of the bedroom.

"That is a test, not a taste." Grigori responds. "Now go, или я помочусь на тебя, da?"

"Da." Katka nods, disappointed. Leaving her man to rest, the brunette throws on some clothes and pads out into the main area of the house they reside in.

The camera follows Milla Jovovich from the side as she moves through the room. She walks past vials, flasks, boilers, some very familiar hazmat suits, and gas masks with pink filters, before taking up the list her co-cook wrote.