All-Girl Kill Squad

An excerpt from All-Girl Kill Squad

The phonograph wouldn't play. "The Goddamned needle's broke," complained Pepper. She stepped back and aimed her sidearm at the offending box. Pow! The record and the player splintered into pieces. The other girls laughed and the tables.

"Teach it good, Pepper!" hooted Mona.

Bootsie grabbed the serving boy by the ass. "Let's have a little more wine, honey." He squeaked a yes and scampered off to find another bottle.

"You pick us a good one and I'll show you these," teased Claire, squeezing her tits thru her shirt.

Pepper laughed. "If those little titties get a good bottle," she said unbuttoning her shirt, "then these ought to get us a whole case!" And she spread her blouse open to show off her big double-Ds, ripe and ready for action.

Bootsie stood up abruptly. "Hands off, girls. That's the only decent prick in ten miles, and he's all mine tonight."

The young man wasn't sure he was ready to take on such an aggressive woman, but he did know that the sight of all these lovely, busty ladies was making his dick hard fast.