[Shepard's voice was only partially muffled by Samus's tits. Heavy or not, she didn't really intend to move until she had to.]
What?
[The condom-poodle toppled over, on her shoulder, as she tilted her head and peered up at the blonde. She'd managed to keep herself in Samus's shadow, but the blonde was practically biblical with how well the sunlight was haloing across her hair and around her head.
Shepard might have appreciated it had she been either a) an artist, or b) not possessed of a hangover worse than taking a rocket to the face.]
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What?
[The condom-poodle toppled over, on her shoulder, as she tilted her head and peered up at the blonde. She'd managed to keep herself in Samus's shadow, but the blonde was practically biblical with how well the sunlight was haloing across her hair and around her head.
Shepard might have appreciated it had she been either a) an artist, or b) not possessed of a hangover worse than taking a rocket to the face.]