Be the hero—get the reward

He locks the front of the store and leads you to the back room. He’s more concerned with the fine pair of tits he’s going to **** than you. He doesn’t see you grab a fifth of Jack Daniel’s. When he enters the room, he doesn’t see the bottle arching down.

The right angle of the bottle cracks his head and shatters the glass pouring 80 proof whiskey down his open wound. He collapses to the floor.

You grab your sister-in-law’s hand. You lead her out the back door. You don’t think about how many cameras recorded your face. Your adrenaline is pumping. You feel alive.

You and your brother’s wife race away from the liquor store. Sprinting so hard that your legs weaken. You can’t fight against your sister-in-law pushing you against a brick wall, pulling you into a kiss, telling you, “That was so fucking hot.”

Her tongue invades your mouth. Her lips press against yours. Before you know it, you’re making out with your brother’s wife outside of some abandoned river front building. Her kisses are hard and aggressive so unlike your wife’s. She wants you more than anything. You saved more than her life: she wants to give you everything.

Spin her. Push her up against the bricks. Cup those big tits in your hands. Squeeze. Attack that pretty mouth.

You feel up those huge tits and make out against the building. Your hard cock stains against your pants. The thrill of the robbery and escape has driven you both into a horny frenzy.

She spins and presses her ass back into you. She grinds against your hard cock. She moans, “Give it to me…my hero.”

Unzip your pants. Pull out your hot throbbing cock and expose it to the cool November airs. Reach under her dress. Pull down her panties. See that little red thong stretched between her knees like a hammock.

She sighs, “Fuck me.”