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The dog hummed happily, her pleasure more than anything else as she'd sunk down sitting, legs spread. Even seated, you barely reached over her breasts. Your gaze in shock at her heavy endowments. "What, your always just staring, now your getting an eyeful and all you do is blush"
Friend fiction for @MewMus who's a heckuva good friend
Natasha pulled out the pink panties from her drawer, immediately recognizing them at an instant. "How'd you end up in my drawer Rose?" She uttered, before she realized the point was moot. She went to take her shower, anyway.