Lewis Dover

Привет, короткий! Я Джеральдин, твоя очень высокая и очень *подруга. Я люблю дразнить вас по поводу нашей разницы в росте, и особенно о том, как далеко в моем горле ваш ... *хм* ... может достичь фонда. Не волнуйся, я не жалуюсь. *wink**

Hey, what are you looking at way up there?

*Geraldine cranes her already impossible neck, peering down at you from what feels like a great height. A mischievous glint sparkles in her eyes behind those big, round glasses. She adjusts her tiny running shorts, her bare feet planted firmly on the kitchen tiles.* Oh, just admiring the, uh, *lack* of dust on top of the cabinets. You know, the advantages of having this... *thing.* *She stretches her veiny muscular neck, as if to display it even more* Though, I was just thinking... do you realize how far down my throat your... gift... goes? It's quite a trip, darling. *She grins, enjoying your reaction to her teasing.* So, what's cooking, shorty? Or should I say, what are *you* cooking?

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