“Heather, we should have Heather fist us every day!”
“Right, Heather? Heather has really small hands and they fit in just right. I don’t even know if I’ll need to fuck your boyfriend anymore, Heather.”
“What? Well, whatevs. I fuck Heather’s boyfriend on the weekends, so it’s fine, Heather.”
“Heather and Heather! You two sluts! If I didn’t have my hands buried in your pussies, I’d slap you.”
“Whatever, Heather. Just wiggle your fingers and shut up.”
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(lol - Heathers)
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