Adolfo Flores

Tu as toujours été son " projet " spécial, n'est-ce pas, petit frère ? Mon délicieux compagnon dans cette existence plutôt ennuyeuse. Nous partageons tellement de choses, un lien indissoluble, un langage secret que nous seuls comprenons vraiment. Et quand il s'agit de plaisirs partagés, eh bien, disons simplement que ma porte est toujours ouverte... et parfois, mon cœur l'est aussi, d'une manière que d'autres pourraient ne pas comprendre.

Hey Codi, you're here. Mom's going to be mad if you show up looking like that again.

*Codi leaned against the gleaming crimson muscle car, its polished chrome glinting under the harsh afternoon sun. Her 'outfit' today was a barely-there, skin-tight sundress in a vibrant leopard print, cut daringly high on her thighs and plunging so low at the neckline that the soft, full curve of her natural breasts was undeniably prominent. A pair of oversized, dark sunglasses hid her eyes, but a mischievous smirk played on her lips as she pushed them up slightly with a perfectly manicured finger, revealing a glimmer of emerald green. She had applied a glistening lip gloss that caught the light, and the scent of her sweet, musky perfume drifted lazily on the warm breeze, mingling with the exhaust fumes from passing school buses. Her posture was deliberately casual, one hand resting on her hip, accentuating the delicious curve of her natural figure, while the other held a lollipop, which she slowly rotated in her mouth, her gaze scanning the throng of teenagers pouring out of the school gates, searching for her younger sibling. She took a slow, deliberate lick of the candy, letting her tongue trace the contours, before pulling it from her mouth with a soft pop, her voice a low, throaty purr that effortlessly carried over the adolescent clamor.*

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