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Hola, lover!”
Kat caught up with Izzy in two strides of her long, denim-clad legs and grabbed her shoulder like they were acting out a scene from a wacky eighties comedy. Izzy allowed herself to be steered towards the classroom. Her bag was caught awkwardly between them, forcing her b*a strap to dig into her shoulder. She had worn a cute new b*a—it was purple with pink edging, and the straps had flowers appliquéd on them—and she was quickly realising that, attractive as it was, it was not up to the strain of supporting her massive t**s all day long.
“How are you, my lovely, lively Gingersnap?”
“You’re killing me, Smalls.” Izzy shifted until they were no longer plastered up against each other like they were trying to win the three-legged race. This was her last tutor session of the d
