"That's a nice name." The older woman jokes, before pausing and taking a step backwards in a break from her completely nonchalant mood mere seconds ago. "Oh, you're that hyper pred that they wanted to take a bunch of measurements on. I assume you followed your instructions not to feed that monster for a few days?"
Monster was definitely the right word, your knee length skirt barely able to conceal the throbbing, veiny shaft at half hardness, and hopeless to contain it now that the sight of her fellow Samantha finishing a meal got it hard. Forceful churning fills the room, emanating from your heavy balls, which look very out of place on such a short, skinny girl. The buxom redhead pred is looking a little pale, perhaps worried about how unpredictable young preds can be.
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