"I am a fan of choices... they're the spice of life, really." Kizzie allows herself another small smile, her own cock standing straight up cutely, a little smaller than the twins' but perfectly useful -- though, considering the sisters' predatory gaze, she had a feeling she wouldn't be using it much anyway.<br/><br/>"Well, Denise, Priscilla," the runner purred. "They called me Kizzie the Razor back in Seattle. And it is quite a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She kicked the door shut behind her and closed her deft fingers around the two joined rods, leaning forward herself to drag the tip of her cock along their connected pricks. She certainly had plans for them... a lot of plans. Fucking a Mr. Johnson was dangerous as hell anyway, so she may as well live the dream. "...Now kiss each other, for me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>