More Sex = Bigger Boobs

Baby Karma and Mini Stallion, two pint-sized firecrackers, turn an ordinary afternoon into something filthy. They bounce from room to room in the house, laughing, slapping each other’s asses, grabbing snacks, daring each other to flash the windows. Then Mini gets that look. She stops, tilts her chin. “Wanna compare tits?” Baby Karma snorts, but she peels her tank top up without a second thought. Both girls cup their little handfuls and twist in the light. Too small. Too tight. They moan like it’s a curse. A quick search on the laptop delivers the miracle cure—more cock, faster growth. Ten minutes later Duncan Saint’s at the door, already hard. They drag him inside, yank his sweats down, and take turns riding like it’s a contest. Baby Karma grinds on his face while Mini bounces on his dick; then they switch, drooling and squealing each time he bottoms out. Sweat-slick skin, slapping sounds, curses bitten between clenched teeth. They keep using him until their chests feel heavier, fuller, aching in all the right ways, and Duncan’s lying there wrecked, drained dry.