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>"This freaking embarrassing." Peach Fuzz speaks into the air. She is far from her usual ball of energy and excitement. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of puns those two would come up with once Applejack was outside the hearing range. Nicknames like Peach Ass or something equally stupid... "This isn't my day..."
>"Hey now, Sugarpeach. Don't be so gloomy. These things happen." Peach does her best to look at the Headscout face, which wasn't easy when your hands and legs are so thoroughly tied up. It's even harder when her teacher has breasts large enough to eclipse the Sun. The Statuesque Woman adjusts her flannel top, exposing just a touch more of her bounteous cleavage. Just enough for her large brown nips to poke past the edge of the fabric. "Why, when I was your age Ahh been growing out of my dukes on weekly basis."
>"...Really?" It sounds ridiculous, but looking past the thunderous thighs, Peach remembers with who she's talking with.
>"Why, I had a whole phase when I walked with nothing over my buns. Uff, I sure fried them up to nice dark color." Before the Peachass girl can respond, the Towering woman pulls at the hem of her micro shorts. They are so tight that once they pass a certain threshold around her protruding ass, they roll down like spring-loaded window blinds and Peach is greeted with the sight of moist pussy lips, glistening in the dim air.
>If Peach was blushing before, now her face would make some apples pale by comparison. So juicy... The bold woman rolls her hips in a hypnotic manner, a drop of juices staining the blue fabric, then without warning she whips her hip to the side, sending Peach's gaze to land back at the girls. Their eyes did not meet. Tag and Boysenberry's stares are fixated further on the side, on her tightly outlined backside.
>"Still do that when feels like it. Recommend you do the same."
