Sunny Goldmelons - Scene 4

Luke Butterbean rips that envelope open and there it is—Sunny Goldmelons’ unmistakable handwriting pulling him west like a goddamn magnet. His cock practically throbs at the sight of her name alone. She’s the real thing, no contest, nobody else holds a candle. So he packs his shit, hops a plane, and lands ready to grab the woman who already owns him. One way or another Sunny’s finishing what she started between them. Hell, deep down she feels it too. Trouble is, tense as the desert sky before a downpour, Marlene Thornbush is riding in like wildfire too, cunt lips slick and knife hungry for Sunny first.