EDY
Putting the apple into her pocket, Edy all but stops on the spot, her hands already about to undo her pants. "Frey gave it to me." She explains, rubbing her hand over the bulge in her tights that no longer rises to the occasion. "Well, there's that sex room in the Grounds. You ever use it?" Edy grins, hoping both that Isla's answer will be no, just as much as it'll be yes. "Ooh well. You might be a doctor, but I guarantee you ain't seen nothin' like what I'm packin'." The not-teen cackles, cupping her hand slightly around her flaccid penis that Isla might at least see the outline of it if nothing else.
"Yeah. Got me and Bobi. Y'remember her?" Isla was there after all, all those fucking long ass months (years) ago when they were first cleaning out the medical centre. 'I mean, not fucking great. Worst I ever been eaten out, that's for sure." Edy trills back.
The mention of Remi, the scardy-cat hybrid has Edy scoffing under her breath. "Eww, why." She huffs, before perking up considerably. "Ooh doc. I got all these new pieces I need your help with. All these new urges too." The not-teen laments, her voice dramatic and sexual as she slings an arm across Isla's shoulder. " It's weird not to be cold. Or hot. Or...anything."
"Yeah. Got me and Bobi. Y'remember her?" Isla was there after all, all those fucking long ass months (years) ago when they were first cleaning out the medical centre. 'I mean, not fucking great. Worst I ever been eaten out, that's for sure." Edy trills back.
The mention of Remi, the scardy-cat hybrid has Edy scoffing under her breath. "Eww, why." She huffs, before perking up considerably. "Ooh doc. I got all these new pieces I need your help with. All these new urges too." The not-teen laments, her voice dramatic and sexual as she slings an arm across Isla's shoulder. " It's weird not to be cold. Or hot. Or...anything."
i want to k i _ _ you.
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