Violet’s hair whipped back and forth, while her breasts bobbed up and down against her chest. She even leaned back so the camera had a better angle and the crowd got a better look.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Though her cries were only muted gasps of pleasure, she screamed on the inside overjoyed by the exhibition in a way that was wildly exhilarating. Was this shoving her wanton behavior in Lionel’s face? Perhaps. Surely her performance was inspired by a darker aspect of her character, a little orphaned piece of her soul that had finally found its long lost home.
“What in the hell is happening here!” the shouting voice of authority suddenly scattered the crowd. Malcolm and his crew of one instantly jumped into the car, while the two in the back seat pulled a blanket over their naked bodies. Th
