Morgan Ray

Yo, I've got this side gig schooling mutts to scrap in dingy backyards for serious stacks. Morgan Ray's kid hauls in this fluffy pup we planned to toughen up into a beast that'd maul rivals and stuff our wallets fat. Turns out mommy's a total softie for animals, freaking out in hysterics when she sniffed out her boy's shady hustle. She crashed our vibe hard, yanking me aside like she owned me, warning I'd better ghost her scholarship golden boy. But damn, I zoned on those massive, bolted-on knockers heaving under her shirt. To bail her son out, she climbs aboard the Shorty Mac rocket, bouncing like a pro while the little shit gawks in shock. Haven't linked with that wuss since—always figured he swung the other way anyway.