Under the Alolan Sun

A new message popped up on the website's interface, this time from a profile with a skull-and-crossbones emoji next to the name. The girl was Abby, another Team Skull Grunt with spiky, dark hair and a perpetually bored expression.

"Yo. Rapp said you were good. Real good. I wanna see for myself. Meet me at the Shady House. Don't keep me waiting."

When they arrived, Abby was leaning against the wall of the rundown house, picking at her nails. She looked them up and down, her gaze lingering on Ash. "So you're the little stud, huh?" she said, her voice a low, lazy drawl. "Rapp wasn't exaggerating. You're a cute one."

She wasn't as bubbly as Rapp, but there was no malice in her tone, just a chill, straightforward curiosity. You could tell from the way her eyes roamed over him that she definitely had a thing for little boys.

"Let's get to it," she said, leading them into a cluttered back room that offered a modicum of privacy.

She didn't waste any time, pulling her Team Skull tank top over her head to reveal a pair of small, perky tits. Ash was on her immediately, pushing her onto a worn-out couch and latching his mouth onto one of her nipples as he worked his hard dick into her.

"Mmm, not bad, kid," Abby moaned, her hands resting on his back as he started to thrust. He fucked her with a steady, pill-enhanced rhythm, his hips slapping against hers. He alternated between sucking on her tits and nipping at her neck, his movements confident and sure.

"Yeah, that's it," she breathed, her voice growing huskier. "Fuck me just like that."

Ash could feel the pressure building, the familiar signal of his enhanced load. With a loud grunt, he slammed into her one last time and unleashed a massive, thick torrent of cum deep into her pussy.

Abby's eyes rolled back in her head, and a long, drawn-out moan of pure satisfaction escaped her lips. "Fuuuck yeah," she groaned, her body shuddering as the hot, sticky load flooded her. "That's what I'm talking about. So much fucking cum..."

Ash pulled out, and a thick stream of his seed immediately leaked out of her onto the old couch. He stood there, panting and proud.

Abby lay there for a moment, a blissed-out smile on her face. She sat up, pulling her top back on, and looked at Ash with a new kind of respect. "Damn, kid. You're the real deal." She pulled out her phone. "I'm getting your contact info. We're definitely gonna be keeping in touch."