Pajamas

When Deximo realized that he'd pretty much lost Genna for the rest of the night, he was more than a little annoyed.

"What the fuck was that all about? She doesn't even know that guy," Deximo growled.

"Genna has a thing for ponytails and huge cocks. She can't help herself," Randi giggled. "By the way, did you see what he dropped off?"

"Booze. So what?"

"Not just booze. Contraband. Moon Island Rum. This shit's expensive."

"No way. Really?"

"Uh huh. Come look..."

"Then maybe you can get in with me?"

Leo would not be seen for the rest of the evening.

"Well, if she's not waiting for you down the path, can you do me one more favor?"

"I guess so."

"I wanna get in the tub now. But I need a little help with these pajamas..."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me take them off..."

"It's not plugged in," Leo sighs a little, while Genna begins to play with his ponytail seductively.

"Oh, that's all? You must think I'm a silly little girl," Genna pouts playfully.

"Not at all, not at all."

"Um... do you have a girlfriend, Mestre Leo?"

"I do... so I should probably be..."

"She must be a lucky girl. Is she home waiting for you?"

"No, she's... working tonight..."

"Well, then you'll be doing Miss Walker two favors tonight, Mestre Jones," purred Genna.

"Leo. You can call me Leo. And you are?" Leo struggles to keep his eyes off of Genna's massive and tantalizing breasts.

"I'm Genna. And I'm here to model for Deximo and Jozzy. But I also wanna play in the hot tub! Do you like playing in the hot tub, too?"

"I do... I just wish I had more... time..."

"Shh... come with me..."

Leo opened the package, well, the crate on the cart, that is, and it was packed with bottles of contraband rum. Randi gasped for a moment, while Genna zoomed closer to Leo, looking up at him with her tossled locks and big hazel eyes.

"We can't get the hot tub to work. Can you try and fix it for us?" Genna asked, her nipples teasingly dancing just inches from his bare chest.

"We can't?" Randi asked, somewhat surprised.

"We can't," Genna gave Randi a fertive wink, before returning to her pretty plead. "Can you just try and see what's wrong with it?" Read more »

"Nice looking package, don't you think, Genna?" Randi asks, perking an eyebrow at the jungle stud.

"Mmhmmm... are you gonna open it for us, Mestre Jones?" Genna asks with a sultry sigh.

"Ladies... I don't have a lot of time... otherwise..." Leo sputters almost ruefully.

"Well, can you help us with something? Please?" Genna pleads prettily.

It was Leo Jones, no relation to Kimba, Baleen's swarthy Game Warden neighbor, with a heavy package. And one on his cart, too. Turns out he was doing a favor for Miss Walker, delivering a case of Moon Island Rum for the shoot on the way back to his cabin down the path.

"Baleen asked me to drop this off on my way home," he mutters, quite surprised to find himself in the company of four of the finest tits the Islands have to offer, and so tantalizingly displayed as well. "Are you... friends of hers?" Read more »

Genna and Randi's posing and jiggling session is interupted by the doorbell.

"Someone's here!" Randi chirps and struts toward the front door. "I'll get it!"

"Um... you're falling out again, Randi," warns Genna.

"So?"

Genna's diminutive stature just seems to make her chest endowment seem that much more spectacular.