"Well, since neither of us have F-cup tits or inhuman deep-throat skills, I guess we should keep ourselves company," she says. Her long, curly hair is stop-sign red, possibly from the campfire glow or a dye kit, or both. Compared to Anna, she looks positively normal, though you notice her rear looks barely contained inside her striped yellow running shorts, and that a ribbed wife beater makes her chest quite noticeable.
"What's the deal, there? I assumed you and Steve were a thing."
"We could be. But he's obsessed with oral--for himself, of course. Every time we hang out, he tries to **** my head down, and I walk out."
"You're pretty frank with somebody you just met."
"Seems like your Barbie toy is, too."
You look over and see that Steve has moved his hand from the small of Anna's back to fully come around her waist, with the other perched on her side. On her other side, Ryan, with no maybe-kinda-girlfriend around, is simply cupping Anna's left breast.
"It doesn't actually weigh that much!" Ryan proclaims. "I thought implants made them heavier."
"No! They're specialty implants, they feel normal!" Anna/Brittany drawls out. "And they tase great, tooo!"
"What's that, Brittany?"
"I said you should taste them!"
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