It was a hot and humid day in Manhatten, especially in this part of town, where the fug of pollution hung in the air and stuck to the skin. Sweat glistened on the expansive titflesh Crystal was displaying with her tiny bikini top. Her legs were highlighted with a wet shine as if oiled up. An impossible look to achieve naturally unless you had reality manipulating powers...

The looks she was getting in her stripper heels and leather miniskirt made her pussy all tingly. She fit in well here though, this seedy neighborhood, lined with stripclubs, adult stores and more illegal sex trade going on behind closed doors.

What seemed more out of place were the three younger figures with her, Franklin, Peter and MJ followed behind their auntie. The boys dressed smartly in blue suits, MJ in a tarted up schoolgirl's uniform. She wore large sunglasses to conceal her identity as a teen pop starlet, though she drew enough attention without the star power. The tantilising bounce of her teen tits drew the eyes of several nervous men. Their gaze followed the group as they made a beeline toward their destination...