Taylor stood there caught between his aunt’s unwavering resolve and his cousin’s invasive gaze; every muscle in his body tensed up even before he even unlatched his belt. XXX Once finished with mending fences, Taylor saw Bella in the distance carrying buckets towards the chicken coop, a shared chore that he knew would bring them together again under much different circumstances than their recent encounter. MJ’s ample bosom, a generous expanse of double D softness, spilled into Taylor’s eager hands. “And while this is a punishment for him,” MJ gestured towards Taylor, “it serves as a reminder—to both of you—that actions have consequences.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bella meekly replied with a flickering gaze that moved between Taylor’s upturned behind and her mother’s unwavering resolve.
