EDY
"Are you having a fucking stroke?" Edy wonders, her face looking unimpressed at Peter's compacted reply. "Who the fuck is Adam?" She blurts out, before the cob webs of her mind slowly scatter somewhat. "Wait...that guy Zariah tried to have killed or whatever?" Wasn't that been what happened? Genuinely, Edy can't remember. It wasn't really her bag back then, and it certainly wasn't anything she gave a fuck about now.
"..k well, as important as like, having your groupies is or whatever, not dying should also rank up there in terms of importance." But then the conversation swings to her dick, and Edy is more than happy to follow the motion.
"Yep!" She answers brightly and without a hint of reservation. Reaching for her leggings, the not-teen pulls them down her long thighs to her knees, and then stands up proudly. Though her penis isn't at its full grandeur at the moment, there's enough that even someone as unimaginative as Peter can probably surmise what it looks like at more than half-mast. Topped by a wild bush of pubic hair, beneath Edy's penis is an attractive-enough pair of balls, which blend seamlessly into a mound of skin that becomes her vaginal lips.
"Cool, right?"
"..k well, as important as like, having your groupies is or whatever, not dying should also rank up there in terms of importance." But then the conversation swings to her dick, and Edy is more than happy to follow the motion.
"Yep!" She answers brightly and without a hint of reservation. Reaching for her leggings, the not-teen pulls them down her long thighs to her knees, and then stands up proudly. Though her penis isn't at its full grandeur at the moment, there's enough that even someone as unimaginative as Peter can probably surmise what it looks like at more than half-mast. Topped by a wild bush of pubic hair, beneath Edy's penis is an attractive-enough pair of balls, which blend seamlessly into a mound of skin that becomes her vaginal lips.
"Cool, right?"
i want to k i _ _ you.
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