Tails

“Annnnnd TAILS! Lisa turned suddenly and clocked Petty with a pillow as she tried to sneak up on her. Petty went down hard, Lisa laughing triumphantly and emptying the pound of fancy jewelry she’d loaded inside it.

“You think I’m just gonna…” Timmy started, but Lisa tore down his pants and underwear in one swipe.

“Ooh, big for a little boy. Have to fix that.” She sprayed his cock with her lipstick again, but nothing happened.
“What the heck was that? You can‘t pepper spray my winky.”
“Give it a second.”

Timmy’s eyes widened and he screamed, holding his crotch as he spazzed on the carpet.

“Seriously? ‘Winky?’ This video’s gonna be better than I thought.” She turned around to find Petty catching her breath and standing up.

“I don’t care WHO you dated,” Petty huffed. “Doesn’t mean you can fight yourself!”
“Oh yea?”